nothing to do with food
but on a residential art trip with secondary school, one girl was astoundingly up herself and beeyatchy. After spending a very difficult day paired with her on a project, where she had done very little of note and been pretty rude about everything he'd done, my friend stole her blusher brush and gave his bumhole a thorough tickling wih it, finishing off with a ripper of a trump, and then replaced it in her make-up bag. She couldn't understand why we were all crying with laughter as she did her make up the next morning, gently brushing microscopic flecks of poo over her lovely cheeks.

I now share a house with her ex, on whom she bestowed a particularly un-lovely STD. I might tell him this story to make him feel a bit better about facing a life-time without a blowy.
(G-Lo, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 16:54, Reply)