Advice from Old People
Sometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
( , Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
Sometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
( , Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
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Oh, I'm sorry
A friend of mine once bought one of those cast-rubber-around-your-cock-and-make-a-plaster-of-paris-dildo kit, and he intended to surprise his girlfriend for her birthday. After working up a suitable stiffy, he picked out the bottle of liquid rubber, shuffled hands a few times before realising that the forthcoming operation was definitely a two-person job. Being understandably unwilling to phone a friend, he nipped out to the shed to finish the job, thanks to his Black & Decker Workmate.
Gently, VERY GENTLY, using the Workmate to hold his appendage steady, he bit off the top of the bottle and began to make his cast. All was going very well until his missus came home and decided she wanted to trim the hedge. With the shears. Which were in the shed.
Looking around the door, she was horrified to find her partner apparently engaged in solo S&M play with a workbench, fled and stayed the weekend at her parents.
Even now she speaks of when she Had Vice For a Mould Peep Hell.
Look, I said sorry in advance. You didn't have to read it.
BTW - parts of this story are actually true: I'm sure I can crowbar it into a future QOTW.
( , Sun 22 Jun 2008, 16:55, 4 replies)
A friend of mine once bought one of those cast-rubber-around-your-cock-and-make-a-plaster-of-paris-dildo kit, and he intended to surprise his girlfriend for her birthday. After working up a suitable stiffy, he picked out the bottle of liquid rubber, shuffled hands a few times before realising that the forthcoming operation was definitely a two-person job. Being understandably unwilling to phone a friend, he nipped out to the shed to finish the job, thanks to his Black & Decker Workmate.
Gently, VERY GENTLY, using the Workmate to hold his appendage steady, he bit off the top of the bottle and began to make his cast. All was going very well until his missus came home and decided she wanted to trim the hedge. With the shears. Which were in the shed.
Looking around the door, she was horrified to find her partner apparently engaged in solo S&M play with a workbench, fled and stayed the weekend at her parents.
Even now she speaks of when she Had Vice For a Mould Peep Hell.
Look, I said sorry in advance. You didn't have to read it.
BTW - parts of this story are actually true: I'm sure I can crowbar it into a future QOTW.
( , Sun 22 Jun 2008, 16:55, 4 replies)
I think you're using the wrong material there ...
After all, plaster of paris is all friable.
Silicone is what you want; nice, hygenic, dishwasher-safe silicone.
Apparently.
Click, though, for the tortuous word-play.
( , Sun 22 Jun 2008, 20:43, closed)
After all, plaster of paris is all friable.
Silicone is what you want; nice, hygenic, dishwasher-safe silicone.
Apparently.
Click, though, for the tortuous word-play.
( , Sun 22 Jun 2008, 20:43, closed)
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