Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
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sit in a pile of my own filth, masturbating furiously over newspaper articles of Nazi propaganda whilst my wife covers my chest with hydrofluoric acid and feeds children to a crocodile.
...Blimey.
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 21:50, 6 replies)
I mean the hydrofluoric acid must eat away at the pile of filth. I guess you've got extra kid-skeletons to stack it up with, but it's just not the same, is it?
(, Thu 22 Oct 2009, 23:55, closed)
If someone were to invent a workaround for this, they'd probably get a Nobel Prize.
(, Fri 23 Oct 2009, 15:21, closed)
That made me laugh out loud. Congratulations, kind sir, on weaving a succinct and marvellous answer. Your riposte was the icing on the cake.
(, Fri 23 Oct 2009, 23:57, closed)
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