Worth it, I suppose.
Like many a young'un before and since, a drunken midnight dip in the balmy summer waters of Weymouth bay quickly turned into an impromptu sub-aqua cock-wetting with a lady friend.

All got a bit 'Showgirls' for my liking, but overall we were having a merry time, so I wasn't too concerned when I spotted an interested duo stood on the beach, watching. "Doggers," I thought, as I humped away. "What's the world coming to, eh? Anyway, to business."

And with that I flushed my balls and we awkwardly detached from one another, and began the wobbly wade back to shore. Naturally the unscrupulous pair who'd been getting their vicarious oats legged it, but as they did, I notice one of them dropped what looked suspiciously like my jeans.

Nope, not doggers. Just your run of the mill, opportunistic thieves. Fuckers took me for twenty quid.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 14:10, Reply)