Wax on, wax cock.
I said I would be back with more tales of nakedness…

Whilst prancing around on a group holiday in Cornwall I saw far too much of some of my friends rudie parts, lady gardens included! The one we all got an eyeful of occurred on the second night of our stay.

We were all laying around in the living room getting progressively inebriated on weird alcopop cocktails, (I think they were called Shrek’s or something equally strange which explained the dodgy luminous green colour of the liquid) when one of my friends, Alan, decided to pipe up and contribute that girls were losers when it came to pain. Now my friend Rebecca didn’t appreciate this comment so casually leaned over Alan and plucked a single hair out of his leg. He did the ‘big man’ thing and calmly reported ‘that didn’t hurt’. For whatever reason Rebecca didn’t believe him and leaned over a second time, grabbed a small clump of Al’s leg hair and yanked it out. Again, Al exclaimed ‘didn’t hurt’ although his watering eyes said otherwise.

Now I don’t really recall how we got to the next part of the story as I turned away to have an argument with another friend about who would win in a fight between Superman vs Spider-Man but when we had finished out discussion I noticed that Rebecca had left the room. I asked Al what he had said to piss her off and he explained where she had gone. Rebecca, as it transpired, had wandered off to get waxing strips. She had somehow convinced Alan to let her wax his legs in some sort of display of ruggedness. I couldn’t help think he wouldn’t have put himself forward if he was sober.

So anyway, Rebecca reappears, evil smile and wax strips a go-go. Al had taken off his jeans to allow easy access to his hairy legs and Rebecca was crouched down to apply the strips. At this point I noticed the sizable hole in Al’s briefs. ‘Erm Al, could you possibly change your pants before we do this or put some shorts on, just in case Little Al pops out that hole to say hello?’ Alan looked down and shrugged, ‘the holes far too high, you can’t see anything’…hmmm. Rebecca, clearly bored of all the talking, got a bit restless and grabbed hold of Al’s leg and ripped the strip up into the air… ‘Yeeeeoooooowwwwwwwwwwwfuuuuuuckkkkkkkkiiiiiinnnnneeeeeelllllllll’ he seemed to say. Al proceeded to launch himself a few metres in the air whilst simultaneously leaning down to grab his leg. In mid-flight he chinned himself with his kneecap and hit the ground with a thud.

Well you know what’s coming… the discarded strip had got stuck further up Al’s leg and managed to hook itself onto part of Al’s pants… this lowered the pants just enough to allow Little Al to poke fully through the hole, which in turn made everyone in the room scream and point and Big Al jump in the air and run out of the room squealing like a little girl.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Mon 1 Jun 2009, 15:17, 2 replies)

Take note Althegeordie
Rebecca's always win over Al's.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 15:45, closed)

Rebecca did indeed win that round...
although the following morning Al took his revenge by stirring Rebecca’s cup of tea with Little Al… hmmm… well he did singe himself whilst doing it…

Now I think about it, I’m not sure he won that round either. Just be aware taking cups of tea from Al’s!
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Mon 1 Jun 2009, 16:06, closed)