A sight I shall never forget.
Late Eighties, first holiday without the parents a friend and I hiked round the Lake District, thinking we were the dogs bollocks ordering straight Malibu's in the local nightclub aged 16.

We had hiked around one side of Windemere one day, both in silence with headphones on, went completely off trail and walked across an archery field.

At one stage I saw a steep incline and decided to go up it instead of round, again headphones on I clambered up the slope through bracken, brambles and ferns, pulled myself up the last few feet with my hands imagining I had acheived some Sherpa like attempt on Everest.

As I pulled myself up, heaving my elbows up onto the top I looked up into a huge white bare arse, equally huge white knickers around ankles and pissing like a police horse.

How she hadn't heard me I never knew, I remained transfixed as the old lady (for that it was) finished pissing, wiped her underneath with a tissue from her nearby handbag, pulled up her grots and straigtened her skirt, before trundling off down the slop to join the rest of the picnicing old age pensioners below.
(onemunki Down there for dancing, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 13:17, 1 reply)

i clicked this.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 16:58, closed)