
I got a load of chalk, felt-tip markers and paint from friends one Christmas in a thinly-veiled attempt to get me involved with their plan to vandalise the toilets at the local park. My downfall: Signing my name. Tell us your stories of anti-social behaviour.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
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For my whole and largely enjoyable tenure at secondary school, one of the desks at the front in the german room had written on it the whimsical ditty:
'Oral sex is nicer
All expenses paid
I do it in the daylight
And in the evening shade.'
Of course, the first time I read it was the first reference I'd seen to oral sex and I was intrigued as to what it could possibly be. But, it did not take me long to learn to appreciate its genius. To this day, when engaging in the aforementioned act the poem invariably pops into my head and I have to suppress a grin.
( , Mon 11 Oct 2010, 6:02, Reply)
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