Intense Friendships
The other night a friend confessed to a really intense friendship when he was young. Nothing sexual or anything, but it did extend to always going to the toilet together. As he put it, "we shared our poos."
Think back to the innocence of blood brothers and being friends forever and tell us the stories of loyalty, commitment and how it all went horribly wrong. You've seen Heavenly Creatures...
( , Fri 28 Jul 2006, 10:21)
The other night a friend confessed to a really intense friendship when he was young. Nothing sexual or anything, but it did extend to always going to the toilet together. As he put it, "we shared our poos."
Think back to the innocence of blood brothers and being friends forever and tell us the stories of loyalty, commitment and how it all went horribly wrong. You've seen Heavenly Creatures...
( , Fri 28 Jul 2006, 10:21)
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poo in the bath
My close friend when I were 10ish was a bit mixed up, but that was OK, because so was I. for some reason, my mother and her friends (including his ma) used to put the kids together in the bath when they got together. I guess it was probably to keep us out of trouble.
every time we bathed together, we'd sit at opposite ends of the bath. His mother would walk in at some point and be disgusted/angry that there was a turd in the bath. Despite he fact that it was directly behind his arse, he'd say "well, it wasn't me" and look over towards me pointedly, as if I had sneaked over behind him and coiled one out.
Also, when playing with toy cars, he'd always ask me which car I wanted, then declare that he was going to have that one, actually. Of course I just always asked for the shite ones, and he never noticed my ploy.
Apologies for the length (of turd)
( , Sun 30 Jul 2006, 12:30, Reply)
My close friend when I were 10ish was a bit mixed up, but that was OK, because so was I. for some reason, my mother and her friends (including his ma) used to put the kids together in the bath when they got together. I guess it was probably to keep us out of trouble.
every time we bathed together, we'd sit at opposite ends of the bath. His mother would walk in at some point and be disgusted/angry that there was a turd in the bath. Despite he fact that it was directly behind his arse, he'd say "well, it wasn't me" and look over towards me pointedly, as if I had sneaked over behind him and coiled one out.
Also, when playing with toy cars, he'd always ask me which car I wanted, then declare that he was going to have that one, actually. Of course I just always asked for the shite ones, and he never noticed my ploy.
Apologies for the length (of turd)
( , Sun 30 Jul 2006, 12:30, Reply)
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