My Wanking Disasters
Ever been caught by your mum? Or tried to fuck a pillow and got the spongey bits stuck to your bell-end creating a strange new flower? What about the time you man-milked the keyboard causing your PC to short-circuit and knocking out the mains for the whole street? Maybe you're a lady and you were using your mobile phone as a vibrator and accidentally dialed your mother? Tell us your stories and we'll tell the world.
( , Tue 1 Jun 2004, 17:23)
Ever been caught by your mum? Or tried to fuck a pillow and got the spongey bits stuck to your bell-end creating a strange new flower? What about the time you man-milked the keyboard causing your PC to short-circuit and knocking out the mains for the whole street? Maybe you're a lady and you were using your mobile phone as a vibrator and accidentally dialed your mother? Tell us your stories and we'll tell the world.
( , Tue 1 Jun 2004, 17:23)
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of these days I will post something that happened to me, I promise, but...
Mate of mine went to Cambodia to work as a combat plumber for the UN peacekeeping force out there - this would have been about 1993. The deal was that the bloke he shared a flat with would let his room for the six months he was away. Despite this arrangement, for some reason he didn't really clean his room out properly before he left.
Instead, just about every space out of immediate sight - under the bed, behind the headboard, under the wardrobe, behind the wardrobe, the bedside cabinet etc etc - was filled to bursting with random absorbant items that had been wanked into, ranging from tissues to sweatshirts, via towels, socks, underpants, shirts, pillowcases, facecloths... You name it, it was in there somewhere and wadded up around a core of ancient and foul dried spunk.
And we had six months to come up with ways to slag him off about it. SIX. MONTHS.
( , Thu 3 Jun 2004, 16:55, Reply)
of these days I will post something that happened to me, I promise, but...
Mate of mine went to Cambodia to work as a combat plumber for the UN peacekeeping force out there - this would have been about 1993. The deal was that the bloke he shared a flat with would let his room for the six months he was away. Despite this arrangement, for some reason he didn't really clean his room out properly before he left.
Instead, just about every space out of immediate sight - under the bed, behind the headboard, under the wardrobe, behind the wardrobe, the bedside cabinet etc etc - was filled to bursting with random absorbant items that had been wanked into, ranging from tissues to sweatshirts, via towels, socks, underpants, shirts, pillowcases, facecloths... You name it, it was in there somewhere and wadded up around a core of ancient and foul dried spunk.
And we had six months to come up with ways to slag him off about it. SIX. MONTHS.
( , Thu 3 Jun 2004, 16:55, Reply)
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