Spent all day with a sore bum, went to the loo to check it out and found blood in my pants. Not good. Piles? Checked in the shower and pulled a staple from my arse. Serves me right for leaving an old pencil case in my underwear drawer. BTW: On relating this story to a friend they said, "some people will do anything for a prick up their bottom."
(, Thu 13 Jul 2006, 22:00)
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A member of my family used to have a liking for bowls of Bovril - that popular beef beverage - with chunks of bread soaked into it.
Not the most fancy of meals I know, but then again he was a bit of a cunt.
One day he made said 'meal' in a large pyrex dish and left it on a dining room chair while he got a spoon.
Enter the five year old me not looking where I sat down
Result?
One slightly scalded, beef flavoured Boss Mew arse, a pissed off hungry family member and squishy bovril infused chunks of bread clinging to my rump
Luckily there was no permenant physical damage. Although I've never drunk Bovril since
(, Wed 19 Jul 2006, 8:41, Reply)
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