First rude thing I ever saw
Our Ginger Fuhrer's young life was scarred by the discovery of an end-of-the-pier 'What The Butler Saw' machine and a jazz mag shoved behind a toilet cistern. Tell us about the first time you realised that there was more to life than sweet shops and Friday night TV
( , Thu 11 Aug 2011, 13:07)
Our Ginger Fuhrer's young life was scarred by the discovery of an end-of-the-pier 'What The Butler Saw' machine and a jazz mag shoved behind a toilet cistern. Tell us about the first time you realised that there was more to life than sweet shops and Friday night TV
( , Thu 11 Aug 2011, 13:07)
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Not the first time I'd seen nudity. I'd even been involved in some nudey-prod games with different girls. But still this one sticks in my mind.
There I was, a wee 16 year old Monkeyboy, and I'd decided to go and get my nipple pierced. Off I trotted to Perforations in Brighton, down into the cellar, surrounded by older, heavily adorned chaps and chapesses.
Whilst waiting for my appointment I started to thumb through the magazines they had down there. Pictures of ears stretched to breaking point, men hanging from piercings in their backs and then......
A cock. Not just any cock. Not just an ampallang or a Prince Albert. This thing was sliced down the middle of the head, a ring attached to both halves, then pulled back and attached to a ring through both scrotum.
It looked like purple, punk, piranha plant from Mario. Why? Why would anyone do this to themselves? And then take photos of it?
It didn't put me off my piercing, at a later date I even got the Prince Albert, but it became a right of passage for anyone of my friends that got a piercing. You'd take them in, tell them how painless the experience was, sit down next to them, pick up the mag, open it to the right page and place it on their laps. A bit like two girls one cup, it was all about the reaction you could provoke, we had a few girly screams, gags and full body spasms. But after they'd had it done to them, they would repeat the rite with the next of their friends to venture into Perforations.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:35, 8 replies)
Not the first time I'd seen nudity. I'd even been involved in some nudey-prod games with different girls. But still this one sticks in my mind.
There I was, a wee 16 year old Monkeyboy, and I'd decided to go and get my nipple pierced. Off I trotted to Perforations in Brighton, down into the cellar, surrounded by older, heavily adorned chaps and chapesses.
Whilst waiting for my appointment I started to thumb through the magazines they had down there. Pictures of ears stretched to breaking point, men hanging from piercings in their backs and then......
A cock. Not just any cock. Not just an ampallang or a Prince Albert. This thing was sliced down the middle of the head, a ring attached to both halves, then pulled back and attached to a ring through both scrotum.
It looked like purple, punk, piranha plant from Mario. Why? Why would anyone do this to themselves? And then take photos of it?
It didn't put me off my piercing, at a later date I even got the Prince Albert, but it became a right of passage for anyone of my friends that got a piercing. You'd take them in, tell them how painless the experience was, sit down next to them, pick up the mag, open it to the right page and place it on their laps. A bit like two girls one cup, it was all about the reaction you could provoke, we had a few girly screams, gags and full body spasms. But after they'd had it done to them, they would repeat the rite with the next of their friends to venture into Perforations.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:35, 8 replies)
i had most of my piercings done at perforations. it was a great place.
i know, i know. fascinating, aren't i?
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:44, closed)
i know, i know. fascinating, aren't i?
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:44, closed)
Perforations was great
You had Wild Cats above with all the pictures on the wall of some bloke being hung from piercings on his back, then you realised that this bloke was the one serving you behind the counter.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:46, closed)
You had Wild Cats above with all the pictures on the wall of some bloke being hung from piercings on his back, then you realised that this bloke was the one serving you behind the counter.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:46, closed)
wildcat is in the lanes now.
i once spent seven hours driving to brighton as my car was knackered but i had an appointment for my septum piercing. oh, those were the days...
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:52, closed)
i once spent seven hours driving to brighton as my car was knackered but i had an appointment for my septum piercing. oh, those were the days...
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:52, closed)
A split bellend?
That's not piercing, that's catastrophic mutilaation. I thought putting in a ladder was bad, but at least I can understand the purpose of it.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:57, closed)
That's not piercing, that's catastrophic mutilaation. I thought putting in a ladder was bad, but at least I can understand the purpose of it.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 10:57, closed)
some of the things in the wildcat catalogue are a bit.....specialist.
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 11:06, closed)
( , Fri 12 Aug 2011, 11:06, closed)
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