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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Love thy family
We were having a family holiday at my sister's house, her house was always chaos and at best, a bit of a tip.
Me and my mum took over the kitchen for the duration and tried to clean and tidy up. During this time, we were making a lovely Sunday dinner, roast chicken and all the trimmings from about 12 people. I was tasked with making the mashed potatoes, and as a special treat, I decided to put some butter in them. As I stirred the potatoes round, I commented on what a pretty "cat" motif was on the strange looking spoon I'd picked up from the draining board.
The table was set, everyone was sitting down and tucking in like fucking vultures while me and mum ran back and forth from the kitchen to table like a pair of skivvies.
It was then my mum picked up my new favourate spoon and said "your sister is a fucking clat, I told her not to leave that spoon there after feeding the cat". We both looked at each other and knew exactly what had happened.
We never said a word, and never had any "special" mashed potatoes...and grinned a little as we cleared up after them all. Lazy bastards.
(Would it come as a surprise that I work in IT, we don't do guilt coz we are born evil bastards)
( , Mon 3 Sep 2007, 20:07, Reply)
We were having a family holiday at my sister's house, her house was always chaos and at best, a bit of a tip.
Me and my mum took over the kitchen for the duration and tried to clean and tidy up. During this time, we were making a lovely Sunday dinner, roast chicken and all the trimmings from about 12 people. I was tasked with making the mashed potatoes, and as a special treat, I decided to put some butter in them. As I stirred the potatoes round, I commented on what a pretty "cat" motif was on the strange looking spoon I'd picked up from the draining board.
The table was set, everyone was sitting down and tucking in like fucking vultures while me and mum ran back and forth from the kitchen to table like a pair of skivvies.
It was then my mum picked up my new favourate spoon and said "your sister is a fucking clat, I told her not to leave that spoon there after feeding the cat". We both looked at each other and knew exactly what had happened.
We never said a word, and never had any "special" mashed potatoes...and grinned a little as we cleared up after them all. Lazy bastards.
(Would it come as a surprise that I work in IT, we don't do guilt coz we are born evil bastards)
( , Mon 3 Sep 2007, 20:07, Reply)
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