And whilst we're at it
Two quick stories, one that takes place yesterday and one from 2006.

Yesterday:

Was quite happily sat at my desk at work fucking around on B3ta, instead of putting in the stock into the database like I was supposed to, when suddenly, as if warned by some sort of sixth sense, my head snapped round to the right, looking straight out the window. There was a man stood in his bathroom in the house opposite us. Completely naked from the waist down.

This man had obviously not bothered with getting really frosted glass, but had instead opted for the slightly cheaper "glassblowers-had-hiccups-and-fucked-it-up" style glass. In essence, I could see EVERYTHING. And I could NOT stop staring at this poor bastard who probably thought I couldn't see him. He also had a tiny cock, I am happy to say. It was much smaller than mine. Eventually I tore my gaze away from his tiny penis and actually did my work and haven't dared look out of the window ever since.

The story from 2006:

I had just moved into my halls of residence at uni (Fisher house we love yoooooou!) and I had settled into student life remarkably quickly. This was fairly early on, and I had a lie-in one Saturday, got up, had a shower, walked out of the shower wrapped in a towel, dropped my towel and realised two things.

One was that it was a campus open day, so there were lots of people. And secondly was that my bedroom curtains were open and it was actually really easy to see into my room despite me being on the second floor out of three. I had a rather large audience to my impromptu striptease (which wasn't really a striptease, more like me dropping my towel and scratching my arse and bollocks whilst yawning).

Whoops.

Length? As it was accidental, not much.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Thu 28 May 2009, 19:33, Reply)