ShameSome 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?
(
chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
« Go Back
A solution to my shameMy Mum is a bad cook. One night I scarfed down some of her lamb chops before going out for 93 drinks. Some hours later I needed to do an urgent poo. This I did in one of the gardens at King George Square, because thats where I was at the time. They don't have toilet paper in those gardens, so I went down the stairs with my pants at half mast to the Reserve Bank. They have a nice marble wall there. I wiped my arse on the lovely right angle over near the car park. Unfortunately a guard from the Reserve Bank turned a fire hose on me, got me right up the clacker. He called me a dirty bastard. Well it was a shame, I now had a clean arse but wet trousers. Soon after I began to drink to black out stage so I did not have to live with the shame of my big night activities.
(, Wed 30 Nov 2005, 12:09, Reply)
« Go Back