Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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The attention to detail is astonishing
They've even got the 'sticky up' vein on the shaft down to a tee.
I wonder if it has the ability to ejaculate foam all over the vehicle in front?
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 17:18, closed)
They've even got the 'sticky up' vein on the shaft down to a tee.
I wonder if it has the ability to ejaculate foam all over the vehicle in front?
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 17:18, closed)
Hehe
It would work better if it were a Porsche 911.
Or a Mitsubishi Shogun
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 17:19, closed)
It would work better if it were a Porsche 911.
Or a Mitsubishi Shogun
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 17:19, closed)
hahaha
but imagine if it was travelling at speeds exceeding 40 miles per hour!
Come to think of it, this could make for an interesting "Speed kills" advertisement.
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 19:55, closed)
but imagine if it was travelling at speeds exceeding 40 miles per hour!
Come to think of it, this could make for an interesting "Speed kills" advertisement.
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 19:55, closed)
Hmmm...
And then I saw her...
she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins
and gills like some giant piranha fish,
some obscene phallic symbol on wheels...
little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam
as I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into life
and left reality behind me:
fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour...
my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers
as we hit eighty, ninety miles an hour...
and as we passed the magic 100 my love exploded
all over her bright pink leather interior...
And at that moment, I thought of my mother...
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 20:46, closed)
And then I saw her...
she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins
and gills like some giant piranha fish,
some obscene phallic symbol on wheels...
little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam
as I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into life
and left reality behind me:
fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour...
my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers
as we hit eighty, ninety miles an hour...
and as we passed the magic 100 my love exploded
all over her bright pink leather interior...
And at that moment, I thought of my mother...
( , Wed 16 Apr 2008, 20:46, closed)
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