Guilty Secrets
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
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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.
( , Sun 2 Sep 2007, 18:46, Reply)
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.
( , Sun 2 Sep 2007, 18:46, Reply)
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