My most treasured possession
What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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Ted.
I'm a 26 year old man who hasn't had a cuddly toy since he was a toddler, but I love Ted.
Ted's just one of those grey, tatty-teddies you get in any old card shop, he holds a big red loveheart, and there's nothing special about him. In fact, previous girlfriends have given me similar teddies, but they either kept them, or I gave them to my daughter.
The reason I love Ted? Mrs Monkeysex and I live around 100 miles apart, she gave Ted to me on Valentine's day last year, and she had covered him liberally with her lovely, lovely perfume.
He sits on my bed, right next to my pillow, and every time I wake up or go to sleep, I smell Mrs Monkeysex and I'm reminded of what a wonderful person she is.
I don't cuddle him, or hold him or anything, sure, Mrs Monkeysex might have only given him to me to mark her territory, and there is one slight problem. The smell of Mrs Monkeysex's perfume sometimes arouses me, and I'll find myself giving him some very funny looks.
I'm sorry Ted, but one of these days I'm going to take my sexual frustrations about being in a long-distance relationship out on you. you're going to get it, hard.
Besides, I'd have to save him from a fire anyway, he's highly flammable.
( , Fri 9 May 2008, 12:39, 2 replies)
I'm a 26 year old man who hasn't had a cuddly toy since he was a toddler, but I love Ted.
Ted's just one of those grey, tatty-teddies you get in any old card shop, he holds a big red loveheart, and there's nothing special about him. In fact, previous girlfriends have given me similar teddies, but they either kept them, or I gave them to my daughter.
The reason I love Ted? Mrs Monkeysex and I live around 100 miles apart, she gave Ted to me on Valentine's day last year, and she had covered him liberally with her lovely, lovely perfume.
He sits on my bed, right next to my pillow, and every time I wake up or go to sleep, I smell Mrs Monkeysex and I'm reminded of what a wonderful person she is.
I don't cuddle him, or hold him or anything, sure, Mrs Monkeysex might have only given him to me to mark her territory, and there is one slight problem. The smell of Mrs Monkeysex's perfume sometimes arouses me, and I'll find myself giving him some very funny looks.
I'm sorry Ted, but one of these days I'm going to take my sexual frustrations about being in a long-distance relationship out on you. you're going to get it, hard.
Besides, I'd have to save him from a fire anyway, he's highly flammable.
( , Fri 9 May 2008, 12:39, 2 replies)
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