Mr Whippy
Whilst in my final year at college I was walking down an alleyway to my street on the way home at about 3am. With me were 3 mates. Upon going round a corner, there's a lady stood against the fence smoking a fag chatting to her mate. Her mate was squatted down, knickers in hand having what we thought was a piss, full on beaver shot to us putting a frothy head on it. It was only when we had strolled by wishing the delightful ladies a fine evening, and glanced back that we realised she was actually coiling one out. Like a babies arm it was. We watched where we stepped getting the milk and paper in the morning.
(RickGrimes Quite frankly, disappointed on, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 12:53, Reply)