
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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