Shame
Some people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
Some people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Thorry
Just last night I was out with a few friends and an ex-girlfriend who has quite a pronounced lisp. After a few beers one of our mates fancied something different. She likes cider and there were adverts everywhere for some new type the pub had just got in so she asked the ex to get her one of those.
A couple of minutes later she came back with the drinks and, laughing, called the mate a total bitch. She looked shocked, having no idea what she'd done. The ex had gone to the bar, got the name of the drink off one of the signs and tried to ask for a Strongbow Cirrus Smooth Cider. After four failed attempts at making the barmaid understand what Thtrongbow Thirruth Thmooth Thider was she just pointed at the sign and shouted "ONE OF THEM!".
You could have made toast on the burning face of the mate as she muttered apologies.
( , Mon 28 Nov 2005, 8:52, Reply)
Just last night I was out with a few friends and an ex-girlfriend who has quite a pronounced lisp. After a few beers one of our mates fancied something different. She likes cider and there were adverts everywhere for some new type the pub had just got in so she asked the ex to get her one of those.
A couple of minutes later she came back with the drinks and, laughing, called the mate a total bitch. She looked shocked, having no idea what she'd done. The ex had gone to the bar, got the name of the drink off one of the signs and tried to ask for a Strongbow Cirrus Smooth Cider. After four failed attempts at making the barmaid understand what Thtrongbow Thirruth Thmooth Thider was she just pointed at the sign and shouted "ONE OF THEM!".
You could have made toast on the burning face of the mate as she muttered apologies.
( , Mon 28 Nov 2005, 8:52, Reply)
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