Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Runway
Recently I decided to go to my local spa. It's a lovely place, where they don't mind if you get naked. In a hippy way, not a pervy way.
As I was going to be removing my clothes in public, I decided it was time for 'a little tidy up down below'. Being completely lazy when it comes to any more than the most minimal of girl-type maintenance, I'd left it a while, and it seemed like it was going to be a bit of a Strimmer job.
'No problem' I thought. 'Rather than hacking away for an hour or so with a razor I'll just borrow my husbands' beard trimmer'.
Blithely I fished it out of the cupboard, switched it on, and confidently set too. Only to look down and realise belatedly that I'd forgot to put a guard on. Behold, the Reverse Brazilian! I'd gone far too far and cut a bald swathe right down the middle. Nothing for it but to take the lot off.
I appeared far more naked than I intended that day.
PS. You'd think Mr Clapper would have loved this wouldn't you. But no, I think he was mildly disturbed. Though whether at my 'new look'or my stupidity I'll never know...
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 15:10, Reply)
Recently I decided to go to my local spa. It's a lovely place, where they don't mind if you get naked. In a hippy way, not a pervy way.
As I was going to be removing my clothes in public, I decided it was time for 'a little tidy up down below'. Being completely lazy when it comes to any more than the most minimal of girl-type maintenance, I'd left it a while, and it seemed like it was going to be a bit of a Strimmer job.
'No problem' I thought. 'Rather than hacking away for an hour or so with a razor I'll just borrow my husbands' beard trimmer'.
Blithely I fished it out of the cupboard, switched it on, and confidently set too. Only to look down and realise belatedly that I'd forgot to put a guard on. Behold, the Reverse Brazilian! I'd gone far too far and cut a bald swathe right down the middle. Nothing for it but to take the lot off.
I appeared far more naked than I intended that day.
PS. You'd think Mr Clapper would have loved this wouldn't you. But no, I think he was mildly disturbed. Though whether at my 'new look'or my stupidity I'll never know...
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 15:10, Reply)
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