Dont force it....
Be gentle with me it's my first post.

My brother (looks somewhat like the milkman) is a great bloke, as kids we were horrid to each other, broken bones were the norm in our house. One evening going back maybe 25 years now, our parents left us for an hour leaving us with a nice big bag of chips to eat. My delightful brother in his young wisdom desides with parents out he would provide entertainment with a "check this out moment". Dropping his trousers and proclaiming check this fart out he strained and squeezed providing not the comedy sound and smell but instead shooting a small brown torpedo from said ass and launching it under the sofa. Histerical laughter then begins, my brother looses his balence and does a perfect front roll right into the chips. So to summerise we have a brown projectile to find under the sofa and a brother smothered in chips with red sause. Took a while before this story was retold to parents as everytime we start to tell it I spend most of the telling crying with laughter at the thought.


Length about 2 inch and it took about 10 mins to find under the sofa.
(ELDAR, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 11:23, 3 replies)

second post?

( Mr Nerdy-Speccy-FuckNuts Ouchy ouchy wa wa!, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 12:54, closed)

not first post lol
Forgot about the other one... LOL..
(ELDAR, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 12:57, closed)

*click*
For laugh-out-loud-ness.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 8 Jan 2009, 8:05, closed)