
My favourite was a public loo in Oxford where someone had written a huge poem all down the cubicle door. Best bit? Someone else had added detailed literary criticism. Only in Oxford. Have you seen better? Worse? Do tell.
( , Thu 3 May 2007, 17:16)
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As is my sister's name. Imagine my surprise upon visiting a waiting room in a London train station to find out who my sister was currently shagging, those she had previously shagged and what in general she was up to with her life. (Sucking cock mostly it seemed).
( , Sat 5 May 2007, 11:32, Reply)
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