For some they may have been the highlight of the school week, but all we remember is a never-ending series of punishments involving inappropriate nudity and climbing up ropes until you wet yourself.
Tell us about your PE lessons and the psychotics who taught them.
(, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:36)
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More specifically I hated the showers afterwards. Even more specifically I hated getting my 'tits' out. My chest steadfastly refused to grow past a 36A the whole time I was in school. Everyone else seemed to have a decent bra-ful. Not me, oh no. Cue one lad saying "Sal are you wearing a bra?" Me "yes why?" him "exactly"
Nowadays they're quite a bit bigger, not outrageously so, but a decent handful. As I am now in my mid thirties I wonder if their youthful lack of size/weight is the reason they're still pretty firm and high on my chest. Or is it just genetic?
Oh and a midwife once told me I had "the perfect nipples for breastfeeding". Whatever that means. Atari players' thumbs, probably. My son's eyes still glaze over when he catches a glimpse of them, and he's nearly five. It's nice to be appreciated.
If only I'd known when I was 13/14/15 that I'd grow into and be quite happy with my Devil's Dumplings.....I'd still have been shit at sport but I wouldn't have cared so much.
(, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 22:37, 12 replies)
Or it might be that the mention of a five-year-old sent your noncery into overdrive.
(, Sun 22 Nov 2009, 15:56, closed)
Online.
For attention.
TO THE ARCHIVE!
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*rubs knees*
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Has Nobody said "Pictures, Or it didn't Happen" Yet ?
(, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 18:22, closed)
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