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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Carnal Curry
Many years ago, my girlfriend and I had a session exploring the possibilities offered by various foodstuffs in our bedroom activities. The whipped cream and taramasalata got eaten, and the black forest gateau and watermelon were a write-off, but we had some perfectly servicable courgettes left over.
Being impecunious students, and not being squeamish, we decided that it made perfect sense to cook with these erstwhile dildos, and a vegetable curry was duly constructed for the evening meal.
That's not the confession. The confession is that, when a rather dour Born-Again-Christian acquaintance of ours called around, we generously offered to share our meal with him.
Sorry mate, but those courgettes had been places you hadn't. Still, you seemed to enjoy it.
Luckily, I don't believe in Hell. Or Hull.
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 15:07, 6 replies)
Many years ago, my girlfriend and I had a session exploring the possibilities offered by various foodstuffs in our bedroom activities. The whipped cream and taramasalata got eaten, and the black forest gateau and watermelon were a write-off, but we had some perfectly servicable courgettes left over.
Being impecunious students, and not being squeamish, we decided that it made perfect sense to cook with these erstwhile dildos, and a vegetable curry was duly constructed for the evening meal.
That's not the confession. The confession is that, when a rather dour Born-Again-Christian acquaintance of ours called around, we generously offered to share our meal with him.
Sorry mate, but those courgettes had been places you hadn't. Still, you seemed to enjoy it.
Luckily, I don't believe in Hell. Or Hull.
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 15:07, 6 replies)
What bell-end of herbs and spices
Are in this curry then?
Tasted like something his mother used to make did it?
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 15:22, closed)
Are in this curry then?
Tasted like something his mother used to make did it?
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 15:22, closed)
Well done for spotting that
Of course, the gag is that he actually wanted pictures of the vegetable sex sessions. Or wasn't that clear?
( , Fri 27 Aug 2010, 15:49, closed)
Of course, the gag is that he actually wanted pictures of the vegetable sex sessions. Or wasn't that clear?
( , Fri 27 Aug 2010, 15:49, closed)
This
Reminds me of a story my brother has from when he lived with his(then) girlfriend and her sister.Girlfriend comes home from work and decides to make a salad for the 3 of them.."Paul,have you seen the cucumber that was in the fridge?"
I don't believe there was a Honda Accord in the drive but I cant be sure.
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 16:02, closed)
Reminds me of a story my brother has from when he lived with his(then) girlfriend and her sister.Girlfriend comes home from work and decides to make a salad for the 3 of them.."Paul,have you seen the cucumber that was in the fridge?"
I don't believe there was a Honda Accord in the drive but I cant be sure.
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 16:02, closed)
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