Neighbours
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Tim Scores
Shortly after I moved into my shared house in Camden I heard strange banging and groaning noises coming from next door. Lasted for about ten minutes and then stopped suddenly. Well, Tim’s a sly old dog, I thought, and then I got back to sleep. I always assumed Tim’s cock saw as much action as a johnny machine installed in the Vatican did – namely absolutely fuck all. Tim was a bit of an awkward twat when it came to the ladies.
The next morning over breakfast I say: “Fill yer boots last night, Tim my man? Did she leave this morning at the crack of dawn? Was she called Dawn and did you enjoy having a crack at her crack?” And so on – coffee and me make a fucking annoying combination first thing in the morning.
Tim puts down his spoon, pushes his bowl of cornflakes forward, looks me in the eye and says: “No. I’m epileptic. I was having a fit.”
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 11:48, 2 replies)
Shortly after I moved into my shared house in Camden I heard strange banging and groaning noises coming from next door. Lasted for about ten minutes and then stopped suddenly. Well, Tim’s a sly old dog, I thought, and then I got back to sleep. I always assumed Tim’s cock saw as much action as a johnny machine installed in the Vatican did – namely absolutely fuck all. Tim was a bit of an awkward twat when it came to the ladies.
The next morning over breakfast I say: “Fill yer boots last night, Tim my man? Did she leave this morning at the crack of dawn? Was she called Dawn and did you enjoy having a crack at her crack?” And so on – coffee and me make a fucking annoying combination first thing in the morning.
Tim puts down his spoon, pushes his bowl of cornflakes forward, looks me in the eye and says: “No. I’m epileptic. I was having a fit.”
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 11:48, 2 replies)
Errm Oh Aah
Bet it took a while to clear up all that tumbleweed...
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 12:00, closed)
Bet it took a while to clear up all that tumbleweed...
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 12:00, closed)
aaahhhhhhhh.....
....now I understand that water scene in Showgirls.
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 12:33, closed)
....now I understand that water scene in Showgirls.
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 12:33, closed)
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