The Pink Torpedo
The Pink Torpedo has saved me from many a fatal falw, and yes, I have many. The time he picked me up literally by wrist and ankle off my bedroom floor and put me into bed, despite me threatening to beat him when I sobered up enough to put myself in to bed. I did repay him though. We went out foir The Pink Torpedo's 30th, we were in a club of ill repute in Camden. We drank solidly until the bar shut at around 4am. I joined the cue for the coats, the Pink Torpedo sunk to the floor at my feet, filled a pint glass with sick, put on his coat, and lay down in the pouring freezing rain to sleep. The Queen then left the Torpedo in the capable hands of some very nice gay men and proceeded to the Woody Grill for some meat wrapped in flat bread, and returned sporting water chewing gum and cash (for a taxi). The Queen then proceeded to releive the Gay Gentlemen of their duty and threw the water straight into The Torpedo's groin. The Queen then bought the taxi home. Sadly The Queen and the Torpedo no longer share the sdame abode, however we still continiue our various tours of destruction every now and then.
(Randyqueen Hangin' out the back of Lady Boys, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 17:19, 3 replies)

This is the campest post I've ever read on here.
And I mean that from the heart : )
( girlinthehole, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 19:49, closed)

The Pink Torpedo
I thought you were talking about your cock!
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 22:55, closed)

me too!
hahaha
(it's not hash mixed drops, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 6:43, closed)