Thrown away: The stuff you loved and lost.
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
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I’ve never been very successful with women…
Perhaps it’s due to my overbearing sexism and lack of respect for women. Many’s the time I have referred to the fairer sex as ‘birds’, or ‘bits of fluff’.
Because of this, on a couple of occasions I have resorted to a dial up dating agency to enable me to relieve my nads of their excess tonnage.
But that’s where the trouble started…
At first, it was simple. ‘Make the call, girl comes over, straight sex’ kind of stuff. Mostly harmless. But after a while I got increasingly kinky and asked the ladies to stand there whilst I physically pushed them forcefully around the room. I even asked one to dress up as a secretary and do random administration duties…whilst all the time I was violently strangling my lamb cannon.
Unfortunately, the ladies on the agency soon refused to have anything to do with me, and I was banned from calling them again.
I got over it eventually, but often it is with deepest regret that I reminisce about:
‘Phone-A-Lay: the fluff I shoved and bossed’.
I know it’s only Friday…but meh
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:06, 6 replies)
Perhaps it’s due to my overbearing sexism and lack of respect for women. Many’s the time I have referred to the fairer sex as ‘birds’, or ‘bits of fluff’.
Because of this, on a couple of occasions I have resorted to a dial up dating agency to enable me to relieve my nads of their excess tonnage.
But that’s where the trouble started…
At first, it was simple. ‘Make the call, girl comes over, straight sex’ kind of stuff. Mostly harmless. But after a while I got increasingly kinky and asked the ladies to stand there whilst I physically pushed them forcefully around the room. I even asked one to dress up as a secretary and do random administration duties…whilst all the time I was violently strangling my lamb cannon.
Unfortunately, the ladies on the agency soon refused to have anything to do with me, and I was banned from calling them again.
I got over it eventually, but often it is with deepest regret that I reminisce about:
‘Phone-A-Lay: the fluff I shoved and bossed’.
I know it’s only Friday…but meh
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:06, 6 replies)
christ
Thats awful! but now you have me thinking, I reckon I can rustle one up
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:09, closed)
Thats awful! but now you have me thinking, I reckon I can rustle one up
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:09, closed)
lamb cannon ftw
and it has just made me think of the term "meat spigot"
I like it
edit: I don't mean I like teh cock
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:18, closed)
and it has just made me think of the term "meat spigot"
I like it
edit: I don't mean I like teh cock
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 10:18, closed)
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