I don't understand the attraction
Smaug says: Ricky Gervais. Lesbian pr0n. Going into a crowded bar, purely because it's crowded. All these things seem to be popular with everybody else, but I just can't work out why. What leaves you cold just as much as it turns everyone else on?
( , Thu 15 Oct 2009, 14:54)
Smaug says: Ricky Gervais. Lesbian pr0n. Going into a crowded bar, purely because it's crowded. All these things seem to be popular with everybody else, but I just can't work out why. What leaves you cold just as much as it turns everyone else on?
( , Thu 15 Oct 2009, 14:54)
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Can't Touch This...
I remember going to school discos when I was eleven or twelve and seeing all my mates writihing round on the floor like a gathering of spasticated mongoose who’ve just been set on fire. They were breakdancing. Now, for those of you old enough to remember this was the time of MC Hammer, big baggy pants, and incredibly bad hair. Being a sullen, moody, incredibly sophisticated boy I didn’t want to associate with this load of old tosh. So I stood to one side, listening to The Associates warble on on the shitty stero system, sipping my dandelion and burdock.
Tossers. That’s what my mates were. Look at ‘um, lying on their backs, wriggling their arms, looking directly up Marianne Dunkley’s raa raa skirt –
Its amazing how quickly you can develop an interest in your friends hobbies. I was breakdancing like a professional within about thirty seconds. No knickers, that girl... Massive fucking black bush that made it look like she was smuggling hamsters... But no knickers...
( , Fri 16 Oct 2009, 13:38, Reply)
I remember going to school discos when I was eleven or twelve and seeing all my mates writihing round on the floor like a gathering of spasticated mongoose who’ve just been set on fire. They were breakdancing. Now, for those of you old enough to remember this was the time of MC Hammer, big baggy pants, and incredibly bad hair. Being a sullen, moody, incredibly sophisticated boy I didn’t want to associate with this load of old tosh. So I stood to one side, listening to The Associates warble on on the shitty stero system, sipping my dandelion and burdock.
Tossers. That’s what my mates were. Look at ‘um, lying on their backs, wriggling their arms, looking directly up Marianne Dunkley’s raa raa skirt –
Its amazing how quickly you can develop an interest in your friends hobbies. I was breakdancing like a professional within about thirty seconds. No knickers, that girl... Massive fucking black bush that made it look like she was smuggling hamsters... But no knickers...
( , Fri 16 Oct 2009, 13:38, Reply)
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