Amazon
When I was a student at Bristol Poly, second year was spent in a nice room in a shared house in downtown Bristol. The small upstairs garret was inhabited by a strange homunculus we called Mick the Builder (for he was on a building HnD).

Eventually, he managed to score a girlfriend (Rachel, as I recall), and she seemed quite nice. Apparently, she was on a building degree course. Very early one morning, I went to the bog for a slash and to fetch some post-coital bogroll for the missus (and, the house being dark and quiet, I went totally commando).

The bathroom door directly faced the stairs to the garret. As I opened the door to head back to bed, I was confronted by - at eye level - Rachel's pudenda, with an enormous wodge of toilet paper crammed into her crack. She was heading down to the bog, presumably to pump ship. She had the densest, thickest bush of dark fur I had ever seen. With the bogroll, it looked like an upside down furry ice cream cone.

We caught one anothers' eye; muttered "evening" and passed like spunky ships in the night. Although she and I never mentioned it again, she was forever known as "Amazon" in our shared house.
(lustfish, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 19:13, 2 replies)

Hah
Have a click for 'spunky ships in the night'.
(Sundayturkey has the biggest mug of tea, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:01, closed)

Homunculus: "a little person" or "representation of a person"
Sometimes found in movies set in sleepy little villages called Royston Vasey.


"...and a giraffe will spunk up over a load of old biddies."
(Helixdaunting, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 2:13, closed)