Spicey minge
I hated my old flatmate with a passion that came from 9 months of her moaning non-stop about everything from lack of boys to my supposed bad washing-up, stealing my food as she had bulimia (so I couldn't have a go at her), stinking the house out with burnt cauliflower, threatening me with the police if I ever let anyone smoke weed in her house again (we were 1st year students) amongst many other crimes I've long forgotten, so I got her back by putting extra hot chilli powder:

In her flour

In her vanilla essence (this bulimic likes baking)

In her butter

In her pasta sauce

In her tomato puree

In her sugar (caster and demerera)

And my favourite- cramming some into the nozzle of her vaginal deodorant.

I wish I'd been there when she spiced up her minge- she was one of those weird Christian types who doesn't believe in touching it, always washed with a flannel etc so in my mind's eye it would have been a Laurel and Hardy-esque job to coordinate things to clean the burning hot snatch.
(octopuspie, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 17:03, 3 replies)

That makes my phantom vagina sad.
Excellent work though :3
(LordMatthius http://www.justgiving.com/marathon-matt2009, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 17:16, closed)

:D :D
I laughed so hard i cried a little.
(miss_alysia is probably drunk, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 22:40, closed)

"Spiced Up Her Minge"
*click*
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 10:09, closed)