'That look'
Many years ago when I was a young whippersnapper with fractionally questionable morals, I'd been going out with my girlfriend for about two years and things had started to get a little strained, so I did what any testosterone fuelled lad would do and proceeded to dip my wick in anything that moved.

I'd met this lovely girl from work and, as my parents were away, decided to take her home. One thing led to another, she was screaming away in the throws of passion, and I smelt a really funny smell, not unlike dog shit.

I looked around and saw the family Jack Russell puppy's arsehole pucking away having just laid what can only be described as a 'dirty protest', the puppy then looked over it's shoulder and held eye contact with me. I knew exactly what it was thinking.

Length? about 3 inches and curly, I had to cover it with an upturned bedroom bin before I could carry on.
(Dr Death is not as funny as when I thought it up, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 13:50, Reply)