What I get up to of a Saturday evening
Everyone else had already gone out and I was going to catch them up once I'd had a shower. Off they pop, and I proceed to get undressed and head into the toilet, leaving my bedroom door ajar.

Unbeknownst to me, one of the girls had left one of her shoes behind (or something equally spurious) so they had, en masse, decided to return to collect. They enter, to hear an unearthly wailing that throughly freaks everyone out. The braver ones venture towards the screeching, now reaching a crescendo...

Picture a hand, pushing at a door. It swings open to reveal....

A naked gentleman, half profile with his eyes closed....





screaming into a shampoo bottle at the top of his lungs "... YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING!!! NOW IT'S GONE! GONE! GONE! WOOOH A-WOOH-A-WOOOooooo"


Length? well, I belted out another verse and a half before one of them broke down.

PS. I could have made up a more embarrassing song to have been singing, but this is unfortunatly entirely true.
( kappynitty doubled your entendre on, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 15:43, 1 reply)

Why do people sing in the shower?
It's a waste of good wanking time.
(3_on_a_meathook has room for one more., Thu 3 Jun 2010, 17:21, closed)