Hey Virgins.
I was Kayaking through Scotland last summer with my good friend:


Mr T.

As we approached the choppier rivers of Glasgow T remarked that he used to enjoy a spot of Formicophilia which instantly upset me as I'm a big fan of the film "Ants", and at no point did I ever enjoy it to the point of erection.
T, being an ex-army commando on the run with three other members from the U.S. government "for a crime they didn't commit" and an apparent passion for beetles nibbling on his penis decided that it might be for the best if we docked ship and headed on to land to find some "Beatles".
Little to my surprise he headed straight to a local record and tape boutique and picked out a few copies of albums by THE BAND THE BEATLES
T loved to crush his own testicles under multiple copies of The White Album and throttle his half-pipe with his free hand.

So I kicked his head in. His actual head. Not the head of his cock. That'd be Gay.
Actually, when I say he said "Formicophilia" I meant that he actually said "The Beatles, the band from Liverpool". But then again if I didn't bend the truth a little I wouldn't be on QOTW.
( Jam Master Geordie Hero of B3ta., Mon 26 Oct 2009, 22:12, Reply)