Question of the Week suggestions
Each week we ask a question. The idea is to generate material that's:
* interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them
* not been asked on this site before
* fun to answer
What would you like to ask? (We've left this question open - so feel free to drop in ideas anytime.)
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
Each week we ask a question. The idea is to generate material that's:
* interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them
* not been asked on this site before
* fun to answer
What would you like to ask? (We've left this question open - so feel free to drop in ideas anytime.)
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
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Red Wings
You know what I mean.
Picture the hugely romantic setting.....
One pissed up squaddie and one nasty Company/Batallion/Regimental bike sharing a kebab whilst staggering back to barracks.
Said squaddie stops for a piss in a shop door way, said nasty bit can't wait to get to a bed and invites squaddie to swap his juicy donner for her minging flange.
All goes well. Nasty bit shudders to a squealing climax in front of squatting squaddie and then returns the favour. Sated, both parties go their separate ways. Next morning, bleary eyed and baggy tailed, squaddie heads for the showers. "What the fuck happened to you? Who did that? We'll hunt the twunt down tonight and get even" opines squaddie's oppo.
"What the fuck are you on about?" replies our hung-over hero.
"Look in the mirror, claret all over the place. Can't you feel anything?"
Ah fuck.
Squaddie checks mooey in mirror, pukes in sink then proceeds to scrub nasty bits' time-of-the-months seepage from oral area.
Ah well, we live and learn.
That's the last time a kebab was purchased for a very long while.
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 18:53, Reply)
You know what I mean.
Picture the hugely romantic setting.....
One pissed up squaddie and one nasty Company/Batallion/Regimental bike sharing a kebab whilst staggering back to barracks.
Said squaddie stops for a piss in a shop door way, said nasty bit can't wait to get to a bed and invites squaddie to swap his juicy donner for her minging flange.
All goes well. Nasty bit shudders to a squealing climax in front of squatting squaddie and then returns the favour. Sated, both parties go their separate ways. Next morning, bleary eyed and baggy tailed, squaddie heads for the showers. "What the fuck happened to you? Who did that? We'll hunt the twunt down tonight and get even" opines squaddie's oppo.
"What the fuck are you on about?" replies our hung-over hero.
"Look in the mirror, claret all over the place. Can't you feel anything?"
Ah fuck.
Squaddie checks mooey in mirror, pukes in sink then proceeds to scrub nasty bits' time-of-the-months seepage from oral area.
Ah well, we live and learn.
That's the last time a kebab was purchased for a very long while.
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 18:53, Reply)
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