Sex Toys
Lanternchikk asks "How about a vibrant and stimulating discussion on sex toys?" What do you use to get off, and has it ever gone wrong? And yes, we've heard that urban myth, thank you.
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 12:33)
Lanternchikk asks "How about a vibrant and stimulating discussion on sex toys?" What do you use to get off, and has it ever gone wrong? And yes, we've heard that urban myth, thank you.
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 12:33)
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oh to hell with that - I just typed up a story for the last QOTW and it closed before I could post it.
No stories for this QOTW, so I'm post the one I just typed, even if it is completely off topic.
I must have been about 9 years old at the time; I had been dragged out to the shops with my mum and sister. As was the way, they decided to visit all the clothes shops in the high-street with me in tow.
We headed into another store, and whilst they flicked though one more selection of garish 1980's fashion, I spied a glass display cabinet housing some mannequins.
With my feet worn through trudging over the hideous, faded pattern carpets and through rails of clothes, I decided to lean up against the side glass and relax a moment. As nonchalantly as I could, I leaned over with arm out to rest.
Of course, what I had failed to notice was that there were no sides to this case. Being careful to obey the laws of physics, I toppled over, clipping one of the dummies which fell forward - luckily not smashing the glass front. I landed in a crumpled heap with a loud thud.
Everyone saw.
Everyone laughed.
No-one helped me up, and all I could do was shuffle off in utter embarrassment.
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 12:53, 5 replies)
No stories for this QOTW, so I'm post the one I just typed, even if it is completely off topic.
I must have been about 9 years old at the time; I had been dragged out to the shops with my mum and sister. As was the way, they decided to visit all the clothes shops in the high-street with me in tow.
We headed into another store, and whilst they flicked though one more selection of garish 1980's fashion, I spied a glass display cabinet housing some mannequins.
With my feet worn through trudging over the hideous, faded pattern carpets and through rails of clothes, I decided to lean up against the side glass and relax a moment. As nonchalantly as I could, I leaned over with arm out to rest.
Of course, what I had failed to notice was that there were no sides to this case. Being careful to obey the laws of physics, I toppled over, clipping one of the dummies which fell forward - luckily not smashing the glass front. I landed in a crumpled heap with a loud thud.
Everyone saw.
Everyone laughed.
No-one helped me up, and all I could do was shuffle off in utter embarrassment.
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 12:53, 5 replies)
I've gazzed Scaryduck and asked him to reopen last weeks question to allow this one in.
I'm sure it will win.
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 13:00, closed)
I'm sure it will win.
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 13:00, closed)
and then
You drilled a hole into the back of one of the mannequins and bummed it?
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 13:03, closed)
You drilled a hole into the back of one of the mannequins and bummed it?
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 13:03, closed)
Own up
You were wanking over the mannequins at the time, weren't you?
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 19:48, closed)
You were wanking over the mannequins at the time, weren't you?
( , Thu 17 May 2012, 19:48, closed)
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