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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yay! vomit!
I never could get the hang of drinking any kind of beer rapidly. But an early experience is the best.
At a pub with my mates, aged about 16...After everyone else had necked their second pint, I was still only about a third down my first, and Akhmed told me thatif I didn't neck it in within a minute, he would, 'cause they all wanted to leave. I promptly guzzled it down as quick as anyone, and we got up to go.
As we were walking out, I felt the need to burp, and pursed my lips to do a comedy "ook" burp.
Only it wasn't a burp. A stream of semi digested chips mixed with beer flew out of my mouth, and landed on the brightly polished shoe of this six foot tall and 4 foot wide lump of muscle.
We legged it as fast as we could, and no-one ever told me to hurry with a pint again. Never went back to that pub again either.
( , Wed 30 Nov 2005, 18:35, Reply)
I never could get the hang of drinking any kind of beer rapidly. But an early experience is the best.
At a pub with my mates, aged about 16...After everyone else had necked their second pint, I was still only about a third down my first, and Akhmed told me thatif I didn't neck it in within a minute, he would, 'cause they all wanted to leave. I promptly guzzled it down as quick as anyone, and we got up to go.
As we were walking out, I felt the need to burp, and pursed my lips to do a comedy "ook" burp.
Only it wasn't a burp. A stream of semi digested chips mixed with beer flew out of my mouth, and landed on the brightly polished shoe of this six foot tall and 4 foot wide lump of muscle.
We legged it as fast as we could, and no-one ever told me to hurry with a pint again. Never went back to that pub again either.
( , Wed 30 Nov 2005, 18:35, Reply)
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