» My Wanking Disasters

not the perpetator but the victim...
Sitting in a lovely park in Leicester, romancing my now girlfriend, I found I needed to take a piss. Unfortunately the smallest, dirtiest and smelliest toilets in the world were the only one available to me at the time, so I took a deep breath and entered.

Standing at one of the two urinals was a affluent looking businessman in a nice suit. As I stood next to him he turned to me, winked and said "'ello mate." This worried me as he had broken the cardinal urinal rule: eyes forward, no talking. I was even more worried by the "schlup schlup" sounds coming from his groin area. In the same way you have to look at a car crash I had to look at what he was doing and had my fears confirmed: I had walked in on this guy and the end of a wank, and he was wanking into the urinal while looking at me. A quick shudder and he was done, I got another wink and a "thats better eh?" and he popped himself away and left. I have been afraid of public toilets ever since!
(Wed 2nd Jun 2004, 10:05, More)

» Childhood bad taste

Day-glow neon socks..
..came in green, pink and yellow.

Different colour on each foot for ultimate 'lushness'.

Oh and rolled down too, didnt wanna look like a spanner!

Edit - dammit beaten by a few seconds!
(Fri 10th Dec 2004, 14:46, More)