More tea Vicar?
The local park had a line of immature pines that were like Christmas trees.
Perfect for making huts. One dewy Sunday morn we discovered a mother-load of greasy stick-books under one. Stashed. We had a look. What to do? It didn't possess us to take 'em home. The church carpark was over the fence. 30 minutes or so later - CUT TO: families exit the church, sharing banalities with the vicar on their way out. Every single car windscreen had a dirty bitch and her hairy slot ripped out of a mag and pasted to it care of the dew, or light rain or whatever it was. Me and my brother were about 6 or 7. We'd pissed off home fast after the deed. And I've always pictured the looks on those happy god-abiding families faces.
( hismastersvice cunting flange-jammer, Fri 12 Aug 2011, 5:10, 4 replies)

lol
you should have stuck around to see the looks on their faces
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 12 Aug 2011, 8:38, closed)

Had to be done.
Did you ever get caught?
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 12 Aug 2011, 8:41, closed)

Ha ha!
"And with the words of All Things Bright and Beautiful still turning round their heads, the faithful returned to their cars to find all kind of filthy gaping flanges...etc"
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 12 Aug 2011, 14:07, closed)

Job well done \o/
*clickety-click*
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 1:53, closed)