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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A poem...
She lay back upon the bed
While I gently stroked her head
She said to undo my fly
And who am I to deny
Out flopped my cock
But I forgot the lock
So mum wondered in with a cup of tea and I didn't even get to see her tits. Bugger.
( , Thu 18 Aug 2011, 9:43, 2 replies)
She lay back upon the bed
While I gently stroked her head
She said to undo my fly
And who am I to deny
Out flopped my cock
But I forgot the lock
So mum wondered in with a cup of tea and I didn't even get to see her tits. Bugger.
( , Thu 18 Aug 2011, 9:43, 2 replies)
That was a perfect example
of Vogon poetry.
I may have to eat my own liver.
( , Thu 18 Aug 2011, 11:13, closed)
of Vogon poetry.
I may have to eat my own liver.
( , Thu 18 Aug 2011, 11:13, closed)
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