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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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My activity of choice would be taking a personal guided tour of some ancient Mexican ruins with all other tourists paid to stay the fuck out of my way whilst I did it.
Alt Q: apart from the terrible incident where I had to use my underpants to clean myself up after a violent attack of fizzy diarrhoea in the bin cupboard of a block of council flats round the back of Old Street tube station, yes.
(, Thu 27 May 2010, 8:31, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
Scored an own goal
When he did his mum
In the wrong hole
His dad was angry
His dad was mad
It was his turn
To be buggered by the lad
(, Thu 27 May 2010, 9:26, Reply)
I am them. Noel, I birthed you through my penile urethra. Welcome home, son
(, Thu 27 May 2010, 9:59, Reply)
I hope they weren't your favourite pants!
(, Thu 27 May 2010, 8:36, Reply)
They can't have been particularly special pants as their loss is very much overshadowed in my mind by the clear-as-day memory of my squatting in agony behind a fly-blown bin, with a stinking fountain of mustard-coloured faeces jetting in jagged spurts from my tortured anus, my baleful face fixed in misery like a Greek tragedian's mask.
(, Thu 27 May 2010, 8:40, Reply)
my staff had brought my Victorian bathing machine, so not only was my modesty entirely protected throughout the whole sorry incident, but it also meant I had a handy receptacle for my soiled hand-woven Chinese silk pants, once the deed was done.
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