trashed train and anal pain
After a rewarding week of wiping bums at a camp for "physically challenged" children I had to get a train from liverpool to cambridge. A week spent up to the elbows in crap and not sleeping had left me feeble in the immune system and as we sat having our helpers meal before leaving I felt the world trying to squirm out my ass. When it did go I consoled myself with the thought that in a few hours I could get nuts deep in my woman. By the time I got on the train I had begun to hullucinate and the pain in my bowels felt like a bleach bum rinse. I begged the conductor to point me to the toilet "Can't use that lad - it's all shitted out. Someones blocked it"
"But.....I'm ill.....your going to have a bigger problem if I don't get in...."
No joy - fat cunt. Told me if I shat on his train then I'd be walking and staring a big fine in the face. So I sat there and within an hour I began to shout at kids who weren't there. Some bloke who thought I was a junkie leaned over and said "are you all right?"
"ff..f..f..foo..dd..d pooiissionning"
"well we'll be there in an hour son - hold on"
Which is the precise moment the train stopped because some lazy bastard had chosen to kill himself on the tracks instead of making the effort to go to the top of a building. cunt. so we were stuck - for a good many hours. I kept passing out and of the brief moments of clarity I had I remember only my girlfriend picking me up and failing to screw her because I was too worried about spurting a shit fountain with every grunting pump.
(Jumper, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 15:13, Reply)