The first time I decided to see if my love of great outdoors could be combined with my love of fucking,
Was I...
In a beautiful, sun-drenched meadow, listening to birds sing as a gentle breeze licked at my exposed flesh?

Or was I in a grotty, needle filled park in January, opposite a train station and worrying about getting frost bite?

Did I tear my eyes away from my lover to stare at the bright blue sky and think the world a wondrous place?

Or did I look up to see a pissed up tramp swaying about in a near by bush, gurning away with a bottle of cider in one hand and his unwashed cock in the other?

I bet you'll never guess.
( wanderlust, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 4:55, 2 replies)

Nope, no idea.
You're going to have to tell us!
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 8:46, closed)

100% true
I've stopped drinking cider now...still wank in public though.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 8:51, closed)