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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My other tale, or someone elses at least.
There was a lad in the village who we gave the "bondgate wanker". He achieved this title in a fantastic fashion.
It all came about when he used to work in a Petrol station, an esso garage, which was fairly isolated from all but passers by on the road. The road used to get pretty quiet at night, so he used to peruse the rythym mags and enjoy a good ol' tug to 'em.
This is all good and well, but one night he'd finished his business, and saw a car pull up outside.
As soon as the car had filled up, it sped away without paying. This was the big problem, as it meant that his boss would look at the tapes the next day.
So the boss looked at the tapes saw him do the deed, and fired him. The icing on the cake though, was the fact that after he'd bled his pipes, he flicked it into the cash register leaving the notes with sticky manfat on them, ready for the morning shift to winder what the fuck had been going on.
Obviously, his boss got his own back by telling everyone he could why he fired him.
Poor lad got will never be known by anything else.
heh.
( , Thu 3 Jun 2004, 22:28, Reply)
There was a lad in the village who we gave the "bondgate wanker". He achieved this title in a fantastic fashion.
It all came about when he used to work in a Petrol station, an esso garage, which was fairly isolated from all but passers by on the road. The road used to get pretty quiet at night, so he used to peruse the rythym mags and enjoy a good ol' tug to 'em.
This is all good and well, but one night he'd finished his business, and saw a car pull up outside.
As soon as the car had filled up, it sped away without paying. This was the big problem, as it meant that his boss would look at the tapes the next day.
So the boss looked at the tapes saw him do the deed, and fired him. The icing on the cake though, was the fact that after he'd bled his pipes, he flicked it into the cash register leaving the notes with sticky manfat on them, ready for the morning shift to winder what the fuck had been going on.
Obviously, his boss got his own back by telling everyone he could why he fired him.
Poor lad got will never be known by anything else.
heh.
( , Thu 3 Jun 2004, 22:28, Reply)
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