Unexpected Nudity
There you are minding your own business, looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when suddenly... SURPRISE TODGER!
Tell us just how un-erotic unexpected encounters with nudey people can be.
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( , Thu 28 May 2009, 13:32)
There you are minding your own business, looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when suddenly... SURPRISE TODGER!
Tell us just how un-erotic unexpected encounters with nudey people can be.
(suggested by wanderingjoe)
( , Thu 28 May 2009, 13:32)
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Grey jogging bottoms!
My girlfriend hails from a seaside town in deepest darkest Devon. They do things differently down there.
When she was about 9 she was walking down the beach one morning with her younger sister. They were going past this bloke sat on a deckchair when she noticed that his trousers were round his ankles and he was doing something *ahem* vigorous with his right hand. Yes, rather than taking his morning wank in the comfort of your own bedroom/bathroom as is tradition this enterprising fellow had decided he fancied a change of scenery and would get a bit of a sea air at the same time.
The girls were a bit confused, but knew that they probably didn't want to get too close. Particularly since he then waved at them with his spare hand. So they both ran all the way home and told their Mum, who promptly called the police. A very nice policewoman told them that if they ever saw anything like that again they should just point and laugh (an instruction she's taken a little bit too much to heart in my opinion but that's another matter entirely).
Fast forward a few years and Liz was walking on the same stretch of beach with one of her mates when suddenly this scrawny bloke (not the same one) jumped out in front of them and dropped his trousers. Taking the copper's advice they both started pointing and laughing. The guy pulled up his trousers and ran off.
Slightly shocking you might think, but the weirdest thing about these episodes is something else entirely. Both of the flashers were wearing grey jogging bottoms. This has given Liz a psychopathic hatred/phobia of men in grey jogging bottoms. To the extent that she can't sit facing one on the bus/tube and has left pubs on occasion.
Being the loving boyfriend I am I find this absolutely fucking hilarious.
She's signed me up to do a half-marathon in September. Partly because she thinks I'm slightly unfit (possibly true) but also because training will give us something to do together.
I'm less fussed.
But to try and show my enthusiasm I've bought some new running trousers.
Guess what colour they are...
( , Fri 29 May 2009, 9:59, 3 replies)
My girlfriend hails from a seaside town in deepest darkest Devon. They do things differently down there.
When she was about 9 she was walking down the beach one morning with her younger sister. They were going past this bloke sat on a deckchair when she noticed that his trousers were round his ankles and he was doing something *ahem* vigorous with his right hand. Yes, rather than taking his morning wank in the comfort of your own bedroom/bathroom as is tradition this enterprising fellow had decided he fancied a change of scenery and would get a bit of a sea air at the same time.
The girls were a bit confused, but knew that they probably didn't want to get too close. Particularly since he then waved at them with his spare hand. So they both ran all the way home and told their Mum, who promptly called the police. A very nice policewoman told them that if they ever saw anything like that again they should just point and laugh (an instruction she's taken a little bit too much to heart in my opinion but that's another matter entirely).
Fast forward a few years and Liz was walking on the same stretch of beach with one of her mates when suddenly this scrawny bloke (not the same one) jumped out in front of them and dropped his trousers. Taking the copper's advice they both started pointing and laughing. The guy pulled up his trousers and ran off.
Slightly shocking you might think, but the weirdest thing about these episodes is something else entirely. Both of the flashers were wearing grey jogging bottoms. This has given Liz a psychopathic hatred/phobia of men in grey jogging bottoms. To the extent that she can't sit facing one on the bus/tube and has left pubs on occasion.
Being the loving boyfriend I am I find this absolutely fucking hilarious.
She's signed me up to do a half-marathon in September. Partly because she thinks I'm slightly unfit (possibly true) but also because training will give us something to do together.
I'm less fussed.
But to try and show my enthusiasm I've bought some new running trousers.
Guess what colour they are...
( , Fri 29 May 2009, 9:59, 3 replies)
Ta very much
I've just looked and I'm on 994 myself. I will be very discerning this week.
( , Fri 29 May 2009, 11:41, closed)
I've just looked and I'm on 994 myself. I will be very discerning this week.
( , Fri 29 May 2009, 11:41, closed)
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