Not having sex
Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
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Dry spell LIKE A BOSS
I had a mate who just couldn't seem to get laid. He was a lovely guy, nothing wrong with him at all in either looks or personality, apart from being rather shy when it came to women. His "dry spell" had built up to a soul-crushing 8 YEARS, which obviously didn't help when it came to self-confidence.
He had no problems being friends with women, however, and was a popular member of our group. Eventually, to everyone's delight, one of his friendships became something more, and he finally broke his drought. I imagine the cheers and whoops could be heard down the street, that first night.
The woman in question was also delighted, as it turned out he was hung like the mutant child of King Kong and Rasputin. And since "tact" and "discretion" were not concepts she had any time for, he didn't have much trouble after that...
( , Thu 29 May 2014, 11:11, Reply)
I had a mate who just couldn't seem to get laid. He was a lovely guy, nothing wrong with him at all in either looks or personality, apart from being rather shy when it came to women. His "dry spell" had built up to a soul-crushing 8 YEARS, which obviously didn't help when it came to self-confidence.
He had no problems being friends with women, however, and was a popular member of our group. Eventually, to everyone's delight, one of his friendships became something more, and he finally broke his drought. I imagine the cheers and whoops could be heard down the street, that first night.
The woman in question was also delighted, as it turned out he was hung like the mutant child of King Kong and Rasputin. And since "tact" and "discretion" were not concepts she had any time for, he didn't have much trouble after that...
( , Thu 29 May 2014, 11:11, Reply)
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