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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Brown Paint
Aged something like 5 or 6 I was friends with a kid at primary school whose name shall not be revealed (because I can’t remember it).
One day we were both in the toilets together when he dragged me into his cubicle to have a look at the eggs he’d just laid. Leaning over to peer into the waters he used the opportunity to drag a finger across his anus and smear a two inch long shit streak on my shoulder. I was quite upset by this and went to see the school nurse (not sure why the nurse..?). Frowning she scrubbed away with a tissue and asked me what it was. I thought for a second then said “paint”.
I really hope she washed her hands after that little incident.
He wasn’t my friend after that.
( , Wed 2 Aug 2006, 10:42, Reply)
Aged something like 5 or 6 I was friends with a kid at primary school whose name shall not be revealed (because I can’t remember it).
One day we were both in the toilets together when he dragged me into his cubicle to have a look at the eggs he’d just laid. Leaning over to peer into the waters he used the opportunity to drag a finger across his anus and smear a two inch long shit streak on my shoulder. I was quite upset by this and went to see the school nurse (not sure why the nurse..?). Frowning she scrubbed away with a tissue and asked me what it was. I thought for a second then said “paint”.
I really hope she washed her hands after that little incident.
He wasn’t my friend after that.
( , Wed 2 Aug 2006, 10:42, Reply)
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