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I've been lurking for ages...
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» Beautiful Moments
First love
Mine was the moment i told the first girl i ever liked that i liked her. and hearing her say it back. Simple, yet effective.
Sad that no other relationship moment has topped that one. Even when i told another girl i loved her, for the first time.. still not as good. Does this make me strange?
(Sat 12th Mar 2005, 13:23, More)
First love
Mine was the moment i told the first girl i ever liked that i liked her. and hearing her say it back. Simple, yet effective.
Sad that no other relationship moment has topped that one. Even when i told another girl i loved her, for the first time.. still not as good. Does this make me strange?
(Sat 12th Mar 2005, 13:23, More)
» Shit Stories
Shire horse shit
As a young lad i was treated to a day at the 'national shire horse centre'. Despite how lame this sounds, they had a pretty fantastic assault course, with which i busied myself during the afternoon.
About 1/3 round my third trip of the course i got that all too familier heavy, pressing feeling round my sphincter. Being as i was a good fifteen minutes away from civilisation, i had to clench and carry on.
At the point that i was furthest from the centre, surrounded by woodlands, i decided there was nothing for it but to log off in these natural surroundings, like God probably did.
I ran into the bushes at top speed, jumping fallen branches and making sure no one was following. Just as i was looking around for a place to squat, the urge to go was lifted from me. I stood, dazed.
Fair enough i thought, and a minute later stepped to turn around. Perhaps it was the raising of my leg, or the turn of my body, i'm not sure, but for the next 30 seconds, liquid shit poured and bubbled right into my kecks, with no relent. Being a curious boy i had to confirm my suspicions, the dripping brown on my fingers told me i was in trouble. I had to get toilet paper, soon. The resulting journey back to the toilets, along the assault course was the worst experince of my life. I haven't been on one since.
(Fri 7th May 2004, 17:55, More)
Shire horse shit
As a young lad i was treated to a day at the 'national shire horse centre'. Despite how lame this sounds, they had a pretty fantastic assault course, with which i busied myself during the afternoon.
About 1/3 round my third trip of the course i got that all too familier heavy, pressing feeling round my sphincter. Being as i was a good fifteen minutes away from civilisation, i had to clench and carry on.
At the point that i was furthest from the centre, surrounded by woodlands, i decided there was nothing for it but to log off in these natural surroundings, like God probably did.
I ran into the bushes at top speed, jumping fallen branches and making sure no one was following. Just as i was looking around for a place to squat, the urge to go was lifted from me. I stood, dazed.
Fair enough i thought, and a minute later stepped to turn around. Perhaps it was the raising of my leg, or the turn of my body, i'm not sure, but for the next 30 seconds, liquid shit poured and bubbled right into my kecks, with no relent. Being a curious boy i had to confirm my suspicions, the dripping brown on my fingers told me i was in trouble. I had to get toilet paper, soon. The resulting journey back to the toilets, along the assault course was the worst experince of my life. I haven't been on one since.
(Fri 7th May 2004, 17:55, More)