
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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my dad has piles.
the first we learnt of him having reached for the deep heat instead of the preparation H was the anguished screams from the bathroom.
"my arse, it's in fire" he yelped.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 14:44, Reply)
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