The B3TA Confessional
With the Pope about to visit the UK, what better time to unburden yourself of anything that's weighing on your mind by posting it on the internet? Pay particular attention to the Seven Deadly Sins of lust, greed, envy, pride, posting puns on the QOTW board and the other ones. Top story gets to kneel before His Holiness's noodly appendage, or something
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 12:47)
With the Pope about to visit the UK, what better time to unburden yourself of anything that's weighing on your mind by posting it on the internet? Pay particular attention to the Seven Deadly Sins of lust, greed, envy, pride, posting puns on the QOTW board and the other ones. Top story gets to kneel before His Holiness's noodly appendage, or something
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 12:47)
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Lord of the Flies
...featured conch shells but I have a story about a descent into base and primal instincts that features giant tiger cowry shells.
I once got a third-hand invite to a party in a very well to-do household. In one of the downstairs toilets there were artfully arranged giant cowry shells on the marble floor,positioned so that they sat on their nodules, with their openings facing the ceiling.
Call this one envy but in the presence of such opulence the class warrior in me came out and I made it my mission to eschew the Armatige Shanks and fill up to the brim, every single one of the five conchs in subsequent visits. I did it in surprisingly quick time as it goes, that'll learn those capitalist running dogs! Thankfully I haven't seen them since but you can't dust piss for prints anyway.
Length? Doesn’t matter if you stand close enough!
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 13:35, Reply)
...featured conch shells but I have a story about a descent into base and primal instincts that features giant tiger cowry shells.
I once got a third-hand invite to a party in a very well to-do household. In one of the downstairs toilets there were artfully arranged giant cowry shells on the marble floor,positioned so that they sat on their nodules, with their openings facing the ceiling.
Call this one envy but in the presence of such opulence the class warrior in me came out and I made it my mission to eschew the Armatige Shanks and fill up to the brim, every single one of the five conchs in subsequent visits. I did it in surprisingly quick time as it goes, that'll learn those capitalist running dogs! Thankfully I haven't seen them since but you can't dust piss for prints anyway.
Length? Doesn’t matter if you stand close enough!
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 13:35, Reply)
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