Went to an Ann Summers party, years ago, and after a few bottles of wine the confessing started.
'Everything here is confidential, girls!' said the party organiser.

I listened wide-eyed as the other women told hilarious stories of infidelities and dodgy paternities. Great fun, but sounded dangerous to me. What if anyone blabbed?

Of course they did. The women went home drunk and told their husbands and partners the stories. The men mostly knew each other, so in a few days it all 'got back'.

There was an outbreak of black eyes and broken arms among local couples followed by a few break-ups and divorces. Men called out and punched other men.

Things quietened down eventually. I still live in the area and go to the odd party. Sticking to Tupperware though, it's safer!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 8:16, 4 replies)

Yes but....
it's harder to bring yourself to a gasping, shuddering climax with a Tupperware rice cooker.
( Sallyrsm, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 10:04, closed)

That's what you think

( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 11:18, closed)

Yes, but you have to remember to burp them.

(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 19:51, closed)

Marvellous!
The bar manager at a small-town pub I used to work in was knocking off at least two of the local girls as well as his girlfriend. I'll never forget the Valentine's day he went out in the morning and returned with a black eye, and then went out in the evening and returned with another. Fantastic stuff.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 11:02, closed)