It's Not What It Looks Like!
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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I have been the seer rather than the seen on too many occasions.
Witnessing one mate using an Addis kitchen bin for leverage while he rattled around inside one notoriously unhinged young lady. On another occasion I awoke to find my head inches away from another friends pasty white arse doing fifteen to the dozen. Once seen can never be unseen.
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 22:18, Reply)
Witnessing one mate using an Addis kitchen bin for leverage while he rattled around inside one notoriously unhinged young lady. On another occasion I awoke to find my head inches away from another friends pasty white arse doing fifteen to the dozen. Once seen can never be unseen.
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 22:18, Reply)
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