Farmwork
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In my yoof I used to work on a farm during the summer break. It was a great place - an International Workcamp where students from all over the world would descend for a couple of weeks, do some work and then bugger off to replaced by a fresh batch. It was heaven for a fanny-rat like me.

Anyway. This one night I trapped off with a lovely scouse girl and retired to my tent to make the beast with two-backs but in my beer-sodden state I'd missed a couple of things. Firstly, my tent was very close to one of the camp fires so that everything going on within was silhouetted against the tent sides. Secondly, I'd forgottent that a tent is not a house and that everything you say inside is easily heard by people within a few meters.

But the thing that tipped it over into comedy was that said scouser was a howler.

So there I was, pegging away like a jackhammer and she was moaning and howling and I was trying to concentrate and she was putting my right off my stride.

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!" she screamed.

So I stopped. Looked down at her and inquired:

"What do you think I'm doing - riding a bike?"

Campsite explodes with laughter and a voice comes from the darkness

"Right in one....."

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 3:40, Reply)