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 caused my parents' divorce
You know that particuar shampoo that looks like jism? Anne Summers used to sell it so that frisky couples can shoot it over each other to pretend. Well, I thought it would be hilarious when some mates came to stay over to partially fill an empty bottle of said shampoo with my own paste so that I could tell them about it after their shower.
But it all went wrong. Before my mates could jump in the shower, my mum came in from work and took an uncharacteristically early detour into the bathroom. Minutes later, dad walked in after her and I heard the following exchange:
Dad: Can I smell jis?
Mum: No...
Dad: Wait a minute... your hair's matted with spunk! What have you been doing?!
Mum: I was at work!
Dad: Where - in a fucking brothel? Your hair's thick with it! Are you having an affair?
Well, one accusation led to another and after a few weeks of not speaking, they decided to divorce. Worse than this was the knowledge that my seed had found its way on to my own mother's scalp - in luxurious quantities.
( , Mon 3 Sep 2007, 11:01, Reply)
You know that particuar shampoo that looks like jism? Anne Summers used to sell it so that frisky couples can shoot it over each other to pretend. Well, I thought it would be hilarious when some mates came to stay over to partially fill an empty bottle of said shampoo with my own paste so that I could tell them about it after their shower.
But it all went wrong. Before my mates could jump in the shower, my mum came in from work and took an uncharacteristically early detour into the bathroom. Minutes later, dad walked in after her and I heard the following exchange:
Dad: Can I smell jis?
Mum: No...
Dad: Wait a minute... your hair's matted with spunk! What have you been doing?!
Mum: I was at work!
Dad: Where - in a fucking brothel? Your hair's thick with it! Are you having an affair?
Well, one accusation led to another and after a few weeks of not speaking, they decided to divorce. Worse than this was the knowledge that my seed had found its way on to my own mother's scalp - in luxurious quantities.
( , Mon 3 Sep 2007, 11:01, Reply)
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