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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Ha Ha another one
Not my secret but my mates (Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)
there was a bit of a house party round a friends and everyone was steaming, i fucked off a bit early to see my bit on the side but dutifully returned the next day
upon entering all is quiet and empty but for my mate (we'll call him bob) bob asleep under the table in the living room i says hello and get the finger in reply (as you do)
i proceed to the kitchen to make a bacon sarnie and bob emerges
'Whats that on your shirt' asks i
bob looks down at his shirt, looks at me then looks down again and mutters blood. hmmmmmm thinks i for a second
'I shagged Stacey (not her name) last night'
'urgh' i mumble
now Stacey is easily pushing 20 stone and is about as attractive as a glass of sand after a marathon
'she was on the rag (that time of the month)'
'did u use a johnny??'
'uhhh nope'
what a horrible, horrible guy
( , Tue 4 Sep 2007, 13:22, Reply)
Not my secret but my mates (Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)
there was a bit of a house party round a friends and everyone was steaming, i fucked off a bit early to see my bit on the side but dutifully returned the next day
upon entering all is quiet and empty but for my mate (we'll call him bob) bob asleep under the table in the living room i says hello and get the finger in reply (as you do)
i proceed to the kitchen to make a bacon sarnie and bob emerges
'Whats that on your shirt' asks i
bob looks down at his shirt, looks at me then looks down again and mutters blood. hmmmmmm thinks i for a second
'I shagged Stacey (not her name) last night'
'urgh' i mumble
now Stacey is easily pushing 20 stone and is about as attractive as a glass of sand after a marathon
'she was on the rag (that time of the month)'
'did u use a johnny??'
'uhhh nope'
what a horrible, horrible guy
( , Tue 4 Sep 2007, 13:22, Reply)
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