Before he'd even found a place to live...
Not me, but a mate who we'll call Jim was viewing flats in Brum some weeks back. At one place, the existing tenant shows him round, then gets chatting. Now Jim's no shrinking violet and likes the ladies, and the talk turns to pron. They're sitting in the lounge, when said tenant raids his collection of scat DVDs, loads one up, parks himself on the sofa, hits play, retrieves his trouser snake, hands Jim a wad of tissues and invites him to join in, as it were. Within 15 minutes of meeting.

One wonders what sort of flatmate that guy could've been.
Jim managed to avoid procuring any memory of length...
(Good old boy just like yer grandma!, Tue 10 Apr 2007, 12:38, Reply)