Ew....
That pint glass full of chunky vom-cocktail, there, on the bar? You know, the one that lad drank? I gave him that.
(Give me the cheese you cocksucker No board sig in protest., Mon 3 Sep 2007, 1:21, Reply)

Actually I Love Animals
Throughout the whole of my life I've been related to the agricultural side of life. To the point where I live on a farm, which my peers find highly amusing. Anyway, I have always lived with chickens, and like any normal person, I find them highly amusing. One of my favorite hobbies as a child was to pick them up, chuck them in the air, and watch them then plummet down to earth whilst frantically screaming. But seeing as they were birds this act didn't seem the least bit cruel. Well yes, it's like any normal sunday evening, I go out into the garden, pick out my chicken and continue torturing it for the next half an hour. Pick up a fairly old one, chuck it in the air a couple of times until *CRACK* chicken gets up and starts hobbling around with the most odd looking legs. Back. away. slowly. My father has to put it out of it's misery the next day i.e. a quick tug of the neck. I feel incredibly bad for that poor chicken. I was a mean kid!

Saying that another guilty secret would be the time I kicked my grandma's Jack Russel down the stairs since it refued to budge. But that's okay because it's a horrid little thing which refuses to die (Badgers, Foxes, My dad, all have failed).

To be honest that isn't much of a secret I retell that story many a time. I bloody hate Jack Russels.
(Ellytots Last thought of chocolate on, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 0:46, Reply)

I have a fair few to tell
1) ate a turd once thinking it was chocolate
2) reguarly do turds that won't flush, some of these have been in interesting places (i.e. Royal Southampton Yacht Club toilets)
3) wanked in a bush
4) wanked in a bunk bed at a mates house
5) wanked at my grandparents house (needed to relieve myself, balls were swelling)
6) Got my brother to shit on my next door neighbours door step
7) gave a younger boy concussion after he insulted me, he didn't deserve it to that extent (Sorry Thomas)
8) Convince stoned friends that elves are following them.
9) scared the shit out of my family by brandishing a knife around 'cause I hated them all at the time.
10) Try to get my girlfriend to tell me about her naughty escapades with herself

All of this for my own amusement, there have been some other things that stay better hidden from the public eye, not because they're embarasing, but because I'd raher forget them.
(Maccy Divided by 0 on, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 0:35, Reply)

Whenever I get a new girlfriend, I always,,,,
Sneak on to her computer to get a look at her internet history.

The rules are:

If its B3ta, She's a keeper,
If its SA, throw her away

....

i'll get my coat

(SA means Something Afwul dot com, for those who are confused)
(DanS like you've never DanSed before!, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 0:32, Reply)

I still love my ex....
Why is that a guilty secret you ask? well, she dumped me, and we both tried to behave all grown up about it. I did a really stupid thing and ended up going out with a mate of hers, in some daft bloody attempt to make the ex jealous. It's been a few months now, and this girl really likes me.

I'm too old to be playing silly games like this. It's got to the point now where I don't have the heart to dump her mate since I seem to make her happy.

Going to have to do it though. It's just not fair. I feel like a complete bastard, and I try not to be. oh well...
(danlondonny, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 0:03, Reply)

Oh the shame...
I must admit I have a thing for Fern Britton. There I've said it. It must be the way she lets go when she laughs - those shoulders, that chest bouncing up and down...

*toilet break*

Oh I feel so filthy...
( Uncle Phallus Strong like fly, fast like elephant, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 23:44, Reply)

I used to live...
...Out in the sticks, and my Friday and Saturday nights out were preceded by a 2.5 mile walk and followed by a 2.5 mile stagger back home, along a country track. One time - proper fucking high on E and a bit drunk - I really needed a dump; so I quickened my pace. I got back to our driveway at home, and got my keys out, but it was no good - it had to happen RIGHT NOW or it was in my jeans. I squatted on our gravel driveway and let my bowels go. Quite possibly in full view of the whole street, but hopefully all of my neighbours were in bed!

Faced with the dilemma of a huge wet dump to dispose of at 4 in the morning, I had no idea what to do. Couldn't wash it away with the hosepipe - might wake my parents up and i'd be rumbled! So i sloped off to bed. I arose the next afternoon for my dinner, greeted by this from my mum: "We must've had a deer or something in the garden last night, fucking huge pile of shit in the drive"

I spent the rest of the day pissing myself laughing and nobody twigged. Still makes me laugh to this day.
(jnewco81, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 22:40, Reply)

one lump or two
whilst with my ex G/f, most mornings I would wake with with "The gift for women kind".However due to offspring pressures and needs, and the usual late rush to get ready for work, she would spurn my advances.So I would end up going downstairs to make the first tea of the day for us both. Some mornings I just had to unload, so ended up making her a cup of PG, one sugar, milk and a large dose of man protien.This went on for over two years. The look on her face as she took that first sip every time, just priceless!!!!
(Betty Boothroyd's Love custard Tourettes at the KOB, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 22:20, Reply)

My dirty fetish.
I'm a non-smoker me, and can't stand breathing in second hand smoke. In fact, I even consider myself to be a militant anti-smoker. But here's the secret... I have a smoking fetish.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 22:08, Reply)

Fingery goodness
A few years ago now, whilst I was still with my first girlfriend, I managed to give her some finger lovin' on the backseat of the car we were in at the time. The way she was writhing around on the seat seemed to suggest that she rather liked it.

So why is this a guilty secret, I hear you ask?

Her mum was driving said car at the time. *blush*
( shadyron, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 21:30, Reply)

Baaaaaaad crushes.
I secretly fancy both Simon Cowell and Stephen Fry. I'm 26. But it's okay, because my boyfriend fancies Julie Andrews. We have incredibly furious sex imagining each other 35 years down the line.
(Demagogue69 did your grandad 3 times., Sun 2 Sep 2007, 21:07, Reply)

School, Work and Worse...
Like echomikeromeo I have a healthy interest in BDSM but that's not my guilty secret. And it's not wrong either. So bollocks to anyone who thinks it is.

The sausage machine that was my school had an annual cross country run which was compulsory for everybody. Unless you had a medical exemption. It was kept secret from us in the first year and having done it once I was damn buggered if I was going to do it again. Ever.

One year I was actually in good health and it looked like I was going to have to do the bloody thing. Walking back to school after the lunchbreak I saw some broken glass on some waste ground.

In a moment influenced by a public information film voiced by Gordon "Cowley" Jackson, Jamie glassed his thigh severely rather than do the cross country run. Got taken to hospital, given a tetanus jab and got patched up.

Actually, as secrets go it's not that guilty. I said I would never do the run again and I didn't.

Guilty secrets - I've got people sacked for downloading porn and for being a general cunt. Nah, they're not guilty stuff either - they were deserved.

I'm just trying to prevaricate before admitting that I've cracked out several over pictures of Bonnie Langford.
(Jamie and his magic bat You can bump n' grind, it is good for your mind, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 21:01, Reply)

Guilty secret?
I know who killed JFK, where Jimmy Hoffa is and where the WMDs are.

Single to hull too, please
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 19:38, Reply)

Ew
Ew on the earwax - it's not a nice taste at all.... An ex of mine used to like have her ears licked - One does what one has to do....

Anyhoo.

My guilty secret:

While being sad at the death of a stranger - after a while I don't care. And after 10 years, no matter how much the Daily Express rams it down your throat, I really, really could not give a shit about a memorial service for Diana - I didn't have a 10 year remembrance for my Dad so why should I for her?

.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 19:35, Reply)

Overgrown bush...
Aside from a youth of drugs, booze and non-fidelity, I can only really think of one guilty secret...

On a few occassions, I stopped in a random garden on my way back from the pub for a wank in their bushes.
(Neddy Nedson is nice really, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 19:24, Reply)

I eat my earwax.
Started as a filthy childhood habit, but has got to the stage where I don't realise i'm doing it until my finger's in my mouth.
Or sometimes as soon as the finger comes out the ear, so I'm stuck in a public place with a finger encrusted with ear-candy thinking "Now what?"
The answer, of course, being simple.

_{I kinda feel dirty now...}
( Green Spanner and his magical lack of activity, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 19:01, Reply)

I made a kid eat a dog egg
When we were about 10 or 11 and my brother was about 12/13 there was an annoying kid who used to live at the end of our road who always used to shout things at us when we were messing about on the field to the rear of our house.

Now this was the kind of kid who was gullible enough to listen to some filthy creatures such as us and we had had enough of the little fucker. So we hatched a plan.

We asked him if he wanted any chocolate, to which of course he said yes, then we found a fresh dog egg and wiped a healthy serving on the end of said stick and marched back up to his house. "shut your eyes and open your gob" shouted my brother, and he did, so in rammed the stick which made him clamp his jaw shut onto it which was swiftly removed with a strong tug leaving its contents stuck to the back of his teeth

His response was "thats not chocolate, its poo-poo!" and we proceeded to run away laughing. My sister still tells his new girlfriends the story when she sees them.
(ReichSteadyCrew Anyone For Spocking?, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 18:46, Reply)

Guilty secrets?
I know where Madeleine is.


"Single to Hull please, Driver."
(Rushy, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 17:33, Reply)

footie
Last week, during my regular Thursday football game, I kicked the ball into the family jewels of an opposition player. He collapsed with Fred Dibnah efficiency and started to shake, SHAKE, with pain. He was carried off the pitch.

I claimed it was an accident but later, in the pub, I confessed to all my teammates that it was deliberate!

And we all had a good laugh about it.
(burntbread, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 17:05, Reply)

Another one...
Really sorry, qotw is better than a shrink...


Young age (9 / 10 / 11)...

used to hang around my local primary school at nights (it was near my house, had a convenient mini-nelsons-column thingie.

Anyway, the primary school used to employ a welsh cleaning lady (Mrs Duff if you wanna know...). One night she gets in her car (about 20 feet from where we're all hanging around). Little did she know - she had 2 banana's up her exhaust. Cue: Us sniggering violently (snot bubbles, chest spasms, etc.).

The car starts fine. She drives off.

What? What just happened? I put banana's up the exhaust!

100 yards down the road, she starts to veer off -course. Heading towards the kerb / a house. The car gently bumps the kerb and is at an angle (opposite side of the road mind!)...No more movement.

All of my friends turn to stare at me. "Murderer."

The pointing starts. "Murderer."

Oh. My. Fucking. Jesus. "Murderer."

I ran. Like there was no tomorrow. I was a fucking "Murderer."

So, absolutely aghast at what I'd done, I end up in the local cemetary (not too far away), sitting on a bench staring at the ground.
My world had effectively been destroyed. I was going to Children's Panel. I was going to juvenile detention. Possibly for life. For a joke.

My friend found me a short while later, laughing his fucking head off when he saw me.

How could he be so cruel!? How?!

Mrs Duff had gotten out of the car, slammed the door, swearing in welsh. Her husband drove up - and removed the banana's from the exhaust. He then laughed and waved at my mates. He drove off, so did Mrs Duff.

I still get called "Murderer" whenever someone remembers this story.
(allywilson, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 16:41, Reply)

Okay, it's been nearly a year now so I can post this
An ex colleague of mine was the most vile person going, would stab you in the back but would be the first to offer a simpering "Hello mate!" when you turned up in the morning.

Unknown to him I was making sure the rim of his coffee mug was liberally smeared in something disgusting when he made the careless mistake of leaving it in the kitchen while having a fag outside.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Sun 2 Sep 2007, 16:28, Reply)

Re: Lies leading to bogus investigations.


Apologies in advance for the length.


When I was a humble labourer on the building sites I was working on an office block renovation project.

I turned up at 7.30 am on a damp Autumn morning, nursing a hangover and cursing my lot in life. There was a delivery lorry outside with two blokes standing by the cab. "Here mate" said one, "We've got a delivery for you lot and it's to go on the roof (8 storeys up)" while I was wondering what this had to do with me and why the fuck I should care he said "I was told we'd have a man on the roof so here you are." I tried to weasel out of it but they weren't having it so off upstairs I went.

I got out onto the roof to be greeted by a pre-dawn gloom - then with a bang the rooftop arc lights came on and I was bathed in bright white light. "Fuck me" I thought "I don't know the first thing about crane signals and what have you". Before I could gather my wits a giant load of concrete lintel beams came up over the roof edge and soared about 50 feet into the air. My legs turned to jelly as it came lower and lower and then stopped, swaying in the breeze. "Oh Jesus, Oh Christ, Oh fuck, the rest is down to me and me alone" I sobbed. I made some vague limp-wristed apology of a hand signal and the payload came swinging towards me. "Shiiiiiiiiiit!" Err, "Back, Back" I signalled as if Barbara Woodhouse was trying to get a boisterous St Bernard to sit down instead of slobbering all over her boobs. The payload swung away from me but now was gathering a dangerous pace in a pendulum fashion. "Fuck it all to buggery now!" I cried and made "Down, down, down" motions in a frantic manner.

The load came down, down, down.... at an almighty rate of knots and WAHOOOM! straight onto several hundred bags of cement which exploded under force of the impact sending a mushroom cloud of dust into the air. As I stood there, transfixed in horror, the crane driver lifted the chain. Unfortunately, two of the concrete beams were caught up in the tangled mess and swung against a pile of internal party wall blocks which are very light so they exploded all over the place. One beam stood stuck at an angle in the middle of the blocks. The other slid over the edge of the roof and crashed into the inner courtyard below where it mangled a pile of wheelbarrows, shovels and the like.

Silence reigned as I got my legs back under my own control and decided that now would be a good time to get out of there. I raced for the main stairwell but could hear, what can only be described as an angry mob, coming up. "Fuuuuuuck" So I ran out onto the scaffolding that surrounded the building and made my way round to the far side, entered the building and down the other stairway a couple of floors, back up the original stairway and rejoined the tailend of the angry mob.

"Where did you come from?" I was asked "Were you on the roof earlier?" Every eye turned on me. "Ehm, well, err, you see it was like this, I *was* on my way up here but this bloke said he'd take care of the crane delivery." They mulled this fact over "What did he look like?" "Big bloke blonde hair with a Geordie accent" I made up on the spot, err I mean told them truthfully. "Good work Fanta, come on lads let's get the bastard!" and off they ran.

Turns out that the cunt of a Geordie had caused several thousand quids worth of damage and made us all go on light work for three days until more deliveries arrived. As a labourer, I was fucking delighted with the easy pace but, as all the brickies were on piece-work, they were understandably not delighted with the easy pace.

If that wasn't bad enough, a couple of months later and Fanta is sent up on the roof at a minute to quitting time on a Friday of a long weekend to secure the waterproof coverings on the pile of cement bags. Unfortunately, in his hurry to fuck off home, he didn't do a good enough job so, a day's worth of rain soon made shit of the cement. Luckily, for our brave Fanta, an unknown Scouser took over the job from him so Fanta was in the clear and the Scouser joined the Geordie in the Bermuda Triangle as he was never seen again.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 16:20, Reply)

If I've told you this before...
You'll know who I am...

Well. When I was but four years on this green and pleasant earth, a younger brother was brought unto me, kicking and screaming and getting a bike/ computer and tarantulas before me...

Suffice to say, he's not my best friend in the world.

Anyway, when he was but toddling around, we went to our dead Grandmas (she was still alive at this point) for tea, toast and the smell.

I bit a cake and did it with small teeth marks so my bro would get the blame, and wonder of wonders, he did.




I don't feel overly good about this, even now. However, I feel marginally better about this than the constant masturbating I do online.
(Give me the cheese you cocksucker No board sig in protest., Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:58, Reply)

I drained the swimming pool
Short story, promise.

Our school had a pool - well, a big bath tub.

It was one of these raised jobbies which was, well, shit.

Anyway late one night me and a mate decided to do some night walking and found ourselves at the pool - So we tried to work out what havoc we could cause - So we took the top off the filter to have a look.

**PING**

WTF?

There was a retaining clip which vanished - cue lots water gushing up and over the filter.

Run. Away. Fast.

The next day we walked, nonchalantly, past the pool.

The empty pool.

The soaked lawn that the pool was on.

The groundsman looks over at us - gives us the "I know it was you two" look.

We returned the "Not us y'honour" look.

The filter was ruined and the pool was damaged somehow.

Nope, you guessed it, no guilt by me - my mate felt guilty and it took me 3 days to convince him to not fess up.

As a side story - someone put broken glass in the pool a month later - I got blamed for that and nearly got expelled. Thing is, I'd've never done that as that would be too dangerous...

.

I actually have some personal "guilt" stories - or at least stories that I should feel guilt about, but they're too current and it's too soon.... But God they're funny.

Well, I say funny - I'm seeing a shrink just now because of them so not so much funny really....
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:43, Reply)

Cadets
I was in the cadets and we were away at a camp in Cornwall (Proteus I think it was called).

Anyway, a good time was had by all and we all arrived back happily.

Unfortunately I got called in to the CO's office for a talking to - Someone had started a fire in one of the billets and caused some damage and I had form so I was being blamed - they needed someone to take the rap.

Thing is, I was somewhere else.

Really.

I was somewhere else setting fire to a small wood.

I think I quickly evaluated which would be worse and put my hands up to the billet fire instead.

The guilty part - Someone else got suspended for the wood fire as I clearly couldn't have done it and I know he didn't do it because he was boffing some girl at the time....
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:37, Reply)

Uh oh
I used to work at the Boots head office in Nottingham - I hated it. A lot.

I used to sleep in one of the server rooms as it was warm, cosy and noone could ever find me.

That's guilty secret number 1

Number 2 was this - the servers for the main building and the finance department were stacked like so:

S S
S S S

Monitors:

M M
M M M

Sorry for the long, dull story - I do have a point.

Anyway the bottom middle server had hung according to the monitor, so I turned off the bottom middle server.

Er, why hasn't the bottom middle server turned off? Looked at th back - someone had switched all the monitors around for a laugh.....

And I'd turned off the main finance server.

At month end.

Panic.....

Phone rings - "JTW, where are you, Server X has died and it's month end"

"Um, I'm just passing and I've noticed - no idea what's going on - I'll reboot it and see what happens"

I'd managed to lose about 4 days worth of finance work and I think I got someone a heavy bollocking - not that I cared I hated the damn job anyway.

Every time I thought about it, it made me giggle - when I was in the office especially - especially when I heard my manager and his manager talking about it...

Never did admit it - never did feel real guilt about that either...
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:32, Reply)

Blast Freezer
Same factory as below.

Ever been in a blast freezer? Well, it's where meat is taken and frozen quickly.

You need to ensure that you're kitted out properly and that you know where the emergency exit is and that you can get out quickly.

So when I decided to go in without the proper gear on and see what happened when I pull that door over....

Ah - it's stuck shut.

Not a problem, I'll hit the alarm.

Ah, shit, it's frozen shut.

What's the temparature before I die - uh-oh it's -50.

Not good - noone was due to come in and I should NOT have been in there.

Ok, need a valid excuse for stupidity - Someone shoved me in, that's right - I started to concoct the most bullshit story in the world - not too much detail as that's the beauty of a good lie - not too much detail.

After about 20 minutes someone came in - I staggered out into +30 degree sunshine (the external doors to the factory were open) - not nice.

"What the hell are you doing in there JTW?"
"Someone pushed me in"
"Who?"
And out came this bollocks story how I'd been passing and had a look inside - someone shoved me, pulled the door over and ran off...
"Oh my god - we'd better check the CCTV"
Thinks - shit - what CCTV? I look up - oh, that CCTV. Hmm, this lie will unravel quickly.....

But the CCTV wasn't working - yay!

Cue a 3 day investigation into the matter and my story, thankfully, stayed the same - No culprit was found and I got £100 hush money.

Result!

Less funny when I did the same in a different blast freezer a week later and accidentally set the alarm off....

The guilty part - well, it was a laugh, I got £100 and, er, ok - not so much guilt but I did cause a huge investigation into something that was clearly bollocks - probably cost the company a ton of money for new CCTV too :-)
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:25, Reply)

Fire! Fire is cool



When I was about 12 or 13 I used to hang out with my mates in an area of woodland & heath.

We climbed trees, built rafts out of building materials to go boating on the river and made camps.

There was a rival group from the next housing estate which adjoined the opposite side of the greenspace who we were always in competition with.

We had a camp which we'd tunnelled under a large growth of gorse, waterproofed with plastic sheeting and fitted with stolen car seats from a local breakers yard. It had a cunningly concealed entrance and various listening posts so we could watch out for the other lot without being seen.

Unfortunately, one of our lot, who wasn't the brightest, didn't hide the entrance properly so the other kids discovered it. I went up to the camp and was furious to hear the other lot's voices coming from within. I was really pissed off as I'd done most of the building work so decided to exact my revenge.

Fuck knows what I thought I was playing at but I set light to a plastic container and flung it into the middle of the gorse. In a matter of moments a huge blaze had started. I could hear the other group of kids screaming and yelling and saw them burst from the undergrowth in all directions (luckily they all got out safely). I retreated behind the smokescreen and legged it for home.

It took several fire engines half the night to put out what had turned into several acres of heath and woodland which had burnt to the ground. In fact, I could see the glow on the hillside from my bedroom window. The breakers yard also was damaged and cattle and horses had to be brought to safety from neighbouring fields. It was all over the local news and, as we went off to view the aftermath the next day, we were stopped by the police. They had a description of some of the suspects and were trying to match it up to all us kids. Thankfully, I didn't fit the description so was sent on my way but, one of our lot did so got the third degree and a "We're watching you" warning despite having been nowhere near the fire in the first place.

So, David, I'm very sorry that you were nearly arrested for something you didn't do.

I never breathed a word to anyone about starting the fire as the whole area was badly damaged so all my peers were livid that some bastard had destroyed their playground.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:20, Reply)

Secret
Not so much a guilty secret as a secret - I don't feel guilt about it as a:It was a laugh and b:I'm incapable of feeling guilt*

I used to work at a pork processing factory - probably like most b3tans here - cue the hilarity that you get when you drop sausages, sausage meat, etc and then you just pick them up, you might dust them down and put it back.

Everyone did it.

Except this time I (or someone) had done just this and about week later there was a full on H&S inspection around the area where I worked....

It wasn't me guv'

Actually it probably was...

*True, it really is....
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:17, Reply)

Lecturer
A friend of mine, um, let's call him, er, Jamie.

Ok, it's me....

Anyway. At Uni, I was a bit of a geek - actually I would have made "Moss" from the IT crowd look positively outgoing....

There was this lecturer (no names I'm afraid) who I thought was gorgeous (Bit of a crocadillypig I'm afraid) and I liked her. A lot.

So what did I do? At a Uni ball that I helped organise (well, it got me free tickets) - I knew she'd be there so I had a cunning plan.

Well, for cunning read "stupid as a rock".

I'd wait until she was drunk and hit on her - everyone knows how attractive a drunk 19 year old IT geek is.... It was the best plan I could come with as I knew she fancied me (ha ha ha).

The stage was set and the plan was afoot - except I got arseholed in about 3 seconds and proceeded to carry on drinking so I made my move. Cue much groping and fumbling, by me - I suspect she might have been fending me off.

I, not to be deterred by this hit on my friend (let's not name her) who had the psychotic boyfriend....

The next memory I had was waking up face down on my floor....

I had to formally apologise to the lecturer (I kinda liked my course) as it seemed like a good idea.

Being an IT geek, I'd learnt my lesson. So you'd've thought - I saw her out twice more, once on a Sheffield Pyjama Jump and both times, I hit on her.

Note that when I say "hit on her" - I more mean throw myself at her face and grope at her body parts.

The guilty secret?

I wanted to hit on her every time - I told my friends that it was the drink.

The other guilty bit - She really, really wasn't that attractive in any way shape or form.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 2 Sep 2007, 15:13, Reply)