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» Good Advice
Lesson learnt and passed on many times
Never wash your face with a bar of Solvol.
They've got liquid stuff now, which is great.
Might be only relevant to Australians.
(Fri 21st May 2010, 5:32, More)
Lesson learnt and passed on many times
Never wash your face with a bar of Solvol.
They've got liquid stuff now, which is great.
Might be only relevant to Australians.
(Fri 21st May 2010, 5:32, More)
» Ginger
When I was a younger Snapper
I was at university doing an honours degree and there was a very attractive ginger girl, I'll call her Katie (yep, that's why), in most of my classes.
She had already done a law degree and was tight of arse and firm of breast. Tidy all round. She also had a penchant for 501s, low cut tops, and a rather fetching green denim style jacket. All very 90s and at the time, yummy.
I'd done a Bachelor's degree at a country university, so with some - much - begging and badgering, we went out for a while.
One night we got busy.
Groping, stroking, clothing removed. Pork sword at the ready, I prepared for insertion.
(One has to remember that back in the mid 90s in Melbourne, a Brazilian was someone from Brazil. Bare pubic regions were seen only in scratchy VHS erotic movies, and then rarely.)
Then I saw it.
A thick thatch of red pubic hair. I was scared. Would it hurt? Was it as hot as it looked? Would the purple pounding warhead come out with a new colour? Would my own pubic hair catch 'ginger' and change as well?
To make a long story short, insertion happened, and, if I must say, I was excellent.
Not much happened to my willie except what was meant to happen. It was enjoyable for both of us. She's a lawyer now. I'm not.
(Fri 26th Feb 2010, 5:05, More)
When I was a younger Snapper
I was at university doing an honours degree and there was a very attractive ginger girl, I'll call her Katie (yep, that's why), in most of my classes.
She had already done a law degree and was tight of arse and firm of breast. Tidy all round. She also had a penchant for 501s, low cut tops, and a rather fetching green denim style jacket. All very 90s and at the time, yummy.
I'd done a Bachelor's degree at a country university, so with some - much - begging and badgering, we went out for a while.
One night we got busy.
Groping, stroking, clothing removed. Pork sword at the ready, I prepared for insertion.
(One has to remember that back in the mid 90s in Melbourne, a Brazilian was someone from Brazil. Bare pubic regions were seen only in scratchy VHS erotic movies, and then rarely.)
Then I saw it.
A thick thatch of red pubic hair. I was scared. Would it hurt? Was it as hot as it looked? Would the purple pounding warhead come out with a new colour? Would my own pubic hair catch 'ginger' and change as well?
To make a long story short, insertion happened, and, if I must say, I was excellent.
Not much happened to my willie except what was meant to happen. It was enjoyable for both of us. She's a lawyer now. I'm not.
(Fri 26th Feb 2010, 5:05, More)
» I don't understand the attraction
U2 and craft
I don't get U2. I've tried to enjoy their music, but it's just not me. Others, go for it and enjoy. I've heard they are into 'ethical' investments that aren't and other interesting stuff too. They came out here (Australia) a few years ago, and when you said you were one of the 3 people who weren't going to the 100s of concerts you were looked at like you had four heads and no neck.
Craft - don't get either. A mate and I managed to define it as 'either useful or useless art type stuff'. Still, don't understand some people's attraction to it.
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 3:20, More)
U2 and craft
I don't get U2. I've tried to enjoy their music, but it's just not me. Others, go for it and enjoy. I've heard they are into 'ethical' investments that aren't and other interesting stuff too. They came out here (Australia) a few years ago, and when you said you were one of the 3 people who weren't going to the 100s of concerts you were looked at like you had four heads and no neck.
Craft - don't get either. A mate and I managed to define it as 'either useful or useless art type stuff'. Still, don't understand some people's attraction to it.
(Wed 21st Oct 2009, 3:20, More)
» Turning into your parents
Staying in London
and waiting for our flight back to Oz, we decided to go to a pub near Victoria Station. It was near a Tesco's and Fitness first I beleive.
She decides to go to the toilet while I get some drinks.
The pub had a beer festival on to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Trafalgar. I decide to partake in a local drop, as I am partial to regional beers, and there were a number on offer.
The Eastern European barmaid pours me a pint of some beer, and I get a wine for her. Beer looks flat, but that's never stopped me before.
I take drinks back to table and wait. Being polite I don't want to have a drink before she gets back, but have to have one as I am quite dry. Danger.
She sees me sitting at the table, smiles and comes over.
"What's wrong?" she asks
"This beer, it's warm and doesn't taste too good" I reply
"Don't drink it then."
To which I replies and channeled my father:
"I paid for it, of course I'm going to drink it".
And our family tradition of thrift proudly continued. The pint went down alright after the initial shock of the temperature.
(Fri 1st May 2009, 6:46, More)
Staying in London
and waiting for our flight back to Oz, we decided to go to a pub near Victoria Station. It was near a Tesco's and Fitness first I beleive.
She decides to go to the toilet while I get some drinks.
The pub had a beer festival on to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Trafalgar. I decide to partake in a local drop, as I am partial to regional beers, and there were a number on offer.
The Eastern European barmaid pours me a pint of some beer, and I get a wine for her. Beer looks flat, but that's never stopped me before.
I take drinks back to table and wait. Being polite I don't want to have a drink before she gets back, but have to have one as I am quite dry. Danger.
She sees me sitting at the table, smiles and comes over.
"What's wrong?" she asks
"This beer, it's warm and doesn't taste too good" I reply
"Don't drink it then."
To which I replies and channeled my father:
"I paid for it, of course I'm going to drink it".
And our family tradition of thrift proudly continued. The pint went down alright after the initial shock of the temperature.
(Fri 1st May 2009, 6:46, More)