Peachy globes
I don't see too much of my dad these days. In fact, I don't see much of anybody in my family.

We've all gone our seperate ways, and we're more-or-less comfortable with the four of us living in opposite corners of the British Isles. We can do less damage that way.

So, on a rare visit to the old bloke's place in Cornwall, I accompany him on a visit to his local Asda to get a few things for lunch.

And there, in the frozen meats aisle, is a lady certain sections of society might refer to as a MILF, who possessed the biggest pair of bazongas I'd ever seen on any woman, anywhere.

My Christ, they were massive. And being with my dad, I pretended not to notice those heavenly globes as they swung gently, unfettered as they were by any means of support.

"Son," said my old Dad, "You know what?"

"What?"

In a voice that could be heard at the other end of Falmouth Docks: "I could park my bike between that pair."

Oh Lord. My dad's turning into ME
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 18:36, 1 reply)

*touches nerve*

My dad keeps regaling stories of his life that he would like me to turn into a B3ta post.

Trouble is...they're all shite.

However, it is funny watching him try and do b3ta speak...I'll never tire of hearing him say 'fucksocks'

*Click*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Thu 30 Apr 2009, 18:38, closed)