Helmet helmet
I was lounging in bed one Sunday morning. Ms Hanky got up to have a slash.

When she got back she found me playing with my cock. Nothing new there. Only not playing with it in that sense.

I'd picked up the little tin case those mini apple pies come in, as we'd been munching a load of them the night before in bed. I'd fashioned a lovely helmet for my chap and was talking to it in a fucking perfect (if I do say so) faux Spanish accent:

"Giants! Giants! Everywhere! Come on Sancho Panza! CHHAARRGGGEEE!!!"

Ms Hanky looked down at me and smirked knowingly: "Are you a roundhead or a cavalier?"

I went to respond but she cut me short: "I'm going to make some coffee, you moron."

God, I love that woman!



(Oh, and I'm a cavalier - always wondered how roundheads wank, to be honest. Must be a fucking nightmare).
( SpankyHanky, Thu 12 Mar 2009, 21:10, 3 replies)

That had me chuckling like few others have!
There must be a market for helmet helmets...I think I'd like a WWI German helmet... Y'know. With a spike.
( Zumf Ham banjo, Fri 13 Mar 2009, 15:52, closed)

A market
just waiting to be tapped, I think.

I'd love a little sombrero. A little sparkly one.
( SpankyHanky, Fri 13 Mar 2009, 20:17, closed)

I think I have this right...
But in Japan, on your wedding night, it's traditional to dress up your gentleman's gentleman with cardboard cut-outs of ornate dragons, lotus flowers etc etc.. and more recently space shuttles became popular..

:-) My mate had a book full of them..
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Mon 16 Mar 2009, 15:21, closed)