are we havin a new qotw?????

(Nahla, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 16:20, Reply)

Office gobbler - tenuous
I suppose this is vaguely on topic as it is the first unintentionally rude thing I saw in the work place....

It was back in 2003, before riots, the double dip recession and that spastic Russell Brand. Happy days. Anyway, I had a mediocre job for a telecoms company in Manchester as a desk jockey of sorts. Something to do with fibre, fuck it, I can't remember, there was a database and also unlimited internet access....

But I digress. One day, I was having lunch at my desk, along with another dozen or so people in the open plan office. Sat accross from me was a temp who had just started that day, a "big boned" girl of Jamaican descent (bear with me, this is relevant). I was looking over at her, thinking it might be a nice gesture to ask her how she was getting on, it being her first day and all that. She had her mouth full though, so I thought I'd better wait. She was making her way through a large ice cream tub of spicy chicken legs. I watched discreetly at first, as she gnawed, nibbled and then, totally innocently, SUCKED and GOBBLED each chicken leg in turn, slurping and masticating all the way through the box. It sounded like a porno for the blind with the speech edited out. I tell you, those bones were shiny and devoid of all meat when she'd finished with them.
I wasn't the only one to notice and it became one of those times when you have to fight not to make eye contact with your mates, because you know that when you do, the giggles will have you. Unfortunately, we didn't manage to avoid eye contact and there was a certain amount of vaguely controlled guffawing before a number of us had to get out of there and let some belly laughs rip outside. We never saw her again and, if you're reading this, chicken gobbler girl, I'm sorry we gave yout the fear - totally unintentional. We all just wanted to be the chicken legs really, I suppose, Freud might say. No actually, Freud would probably say we wanted to build a large cock out of penguin shit, then have sex with our mothers, but, again, I digress.
(impossibly witty twat No, YOUR Mum etc etc, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 15:42, 17 replies)

not me but someone elses first?
about a year ago me and my girlfriend would, on summer evenings, take a walk around a fishing pond/lake.

as is the custom you walk around and ask how the fishing is going to the fisherman (i fish also, so its interesting to know if the pond is doing well or not)

Anyway, walking round we notice a group of young lads - about 10yrs old. they are spaced out about 20metres apart on the fishing pegs... fishing.

Walking past one lad, I noticed (not hidden) on the floor next to his feet - a very well folded, creased, porno mag. With the picture of a women spreading the lips. (the front cover had already clearly fallen off)

He didnt make any effort to hide it, but sort of caught my eye and and became a bit embarrassed as he realised he hadnt hidden it away.

I just laughed.

out loud.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 15:02, Reply)

The tenuosity of the below is incredible - please don't read if easily offended by tenuousness
When I was five I used to get about with this guy called Guy, and we did all the usual stuff that kids in the countryside get up to; building dens, climbing trees, setting fire to his sister's dolls - you know the sort of thing.

A couple of years ago after a band rehearsal we went to the pub opposite, and this incredibly attractive goth girl over there saw me come in, stared at me, and gave me a coy - if huge - grin.

We sat down with our drinks, and within a moment, this goth girl came over, specifically to me. Yes, boys - I AM the man.

"Are you A Vagabond?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes I am" I said, "Who are you?"

"Sophie", she said, "I'm Guy's sister."

I nearly fell off my chair. I was for that week, the coolest kid in the band bar none.

Connection? I must have seen her naked at some point when she was having her nappy changed or whatever when I was a kid.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 12:21, 8 replies)

She was sixteen
and i was fourteen . In spite of the age gap she had agreed that we could visit the local woods together for some mutual exploration .It was evening time and dark so I used my lighter to help me see the view . This was my first live muff and I had never seen so much pubic hair in my life . I looked up and asked her 'Can you really pee through all that ? '
'Of course', she says , ' Why ? '
'You better start ' I said ' I've just set it on fire . '
( horace wimp needs more than 49 characters to fully express hi, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 10:06, 4 replies)

A poem...
She lay back upon the bed
While I gently stroked her head
She said to undo my fly
And who am I to deny
Out flopped my cock
But I forgot the lock
So mum wondered in with a cup of tea and I didn't even get to see her tits. Bugger.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 9:43, 2 replies)

I once got food poisoning after eating some prawns I found in the woods.

( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 23:20, 1 reply)

Just this very afternoon.
The missus and I have two cats, each of us bringing a fuzzbutt into the relationship. Mine is the Big Black Fluffy Thing, while hers is Basement Cat. (The resemblance is uncanny, and I've been collecting cheezburger photos to make an album for her.)

I went out today and got flea treatment for them (the stuff you squirt on their skin, which they both hate) and de-worming medicine as Basement Cat has been chewing her ringpiece lately. I also bought a small syringe to inject the de-worming stuff into her mouth.

I've been outside working on a stained glass project, and was showing it to the missus. She noticed the Big Black Fluffy Thing laying nearby in the sun. I commented that she was going to be mad at me soon when I gave her flea treatment.

"Yeah, but she's really gonna be mad at getting something jammed in her butt," she replied.

"What?"

"You know, the de-worming stuff."

I put down the piece of glass I was holding. "What! No, you don't put it there, you inject in in their mouth so it goes through their intestines and kills the worms!"

She turned red and started giggling.

Horrified I stared at her. "You didn't already do that to your cat, did you?!?"

It took her a minute to communicate that no, she hadn't anally violated her cat, that if she had I would have heard the screaming.

It probably would have been one of the rudest things I had ever witnessed, and certainly would have been a memorable moment for the cat.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 17 Aug 2011, 22:08, 2 replies)

manofscience's post reminds me.
My mrs told me that a naive teenage viewing of animal farm with her (mostly male) friends was her shocking introduction to porn. Being lovely and a girl, she harboured no further curiosity for grumble flicks.

As a young engaged couple - and probably not long after I found that out - I procured a couple of tapes to view together. We duly settled down with open minds to see some fresh erotica (which would hopefully make her dirty as a sewer rat).

As the first tape flickered on to the screen, a bubble permed woman bent over a bench while a man smacked her arse with a riding crop. After a few seconds though, he progressed to whipping her full force to produce immediate purple welts across her buttocks. Though I was well aquainted with grot, we were both somewhat shocked.

Next scene was basically a bloke hiding his knob by wrapping it in his ballsack. THEN SEWING IT SHUT.

The third was two couples and two nooses over a rafter. FUCK! I thought, was this actually a real snuff tape? Not quite, the ligatures went around the womens TITS and the blokes took the slack and hoisted them about a foot into the air. The four deformed breasts went that awful purple of oxygen starved skin with the nipples black as coal.

That was pretty much the end for mrs cloud and porn. I do wonder how it would have turned out if i'd played the other tape first (which turned out to be lovely normal 'barbie and hunk' american stuff.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 19:05, 3 replies)

No bodies asked
How exactly all this porn ended up in the woods in the first place
(FondaAccord, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 18:48, 6 replies)

Animal Farm!
I'll skip the "crumpled page of Razzle found on wasteground age 9" story and go straight for the 1 that remains burned into my memory. Forever.

Late 80's, age 12, rumours go around school of this tape. It's spoken of in hushed tones, no-ones ever seen it but it's said "people do it with animals". Everyone instantly wants to see it. As most things do, it was a mates older brother who got a copy. It's set, lunchtime and 7 of us leg it out of school grounds and over to his house. Mum and Dad at work so we can have the house to ourselves. Out comes the tape and it's stuck into the Ferguson. It seems to be a compilation of scenes, filmed at different times so it's all over the shop but we don't care, plot seems flimsy at best.

1st Scene = A small kitchen, pan of live eels. Yes, frying pan is out, they're making tea. she's finding it hard to hold on to it, no she's........... the room FREAKS and goes into hysterics! "You can see it's tail sticking out!!" Fast Forward.

2nd Scene = Woman/Man. Next to a fence. Hmm, yes, she's playing his trumpet. Oh look, a chicken's walking past, she's picked it up, she's ........ 1 of us laughs so hard he farts, the rest kind of sit quietly. Not as funny anymore. Chicken doesn't look overly pleased either. Fast forward.

3rd Scene... Now. It goes hazy here as we all started to think it wasn't the best idea, the bravado was gone. I remember 1 woman under a horse, she just looked desperate. Fast forward Then 2 women and a great dane. He didn't look too fussed either althought he did look like Scooby doo. Fast forward. A woman, going into a barn. Farmers wife, yes, she's feeding the pigs. No, she's not, she's getting one to ... fucking 'ell! it's a big pig too!

We were all massively let down by the experience, didn't live up to the hype. Lunchtime was nearly over *SLAM* back door goes, Lee's dad's home and it's FUCKING ANARCHY as we all try leave at once like burgulars, 1 out of the window, 4 thru the patio door, the rest get caught trying to take the tape out.

Back to school, out of breath, in a daze. We've now all shared that experience and head our seperate ways...
(TheManofScience, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 17:57, 30 replies)

Not necessarily the first rude thing I saw...
A while back I worked in a pretty decent office. Pretty decent in the fact that the toilets were of exceptional quality. They had three individual, fully enclosed, spotlessly clean and secure WCs. No male or female. No gap under the door. Just perfectly private places to piss, poo...or knock one out.

It was the latter of those uses that found me occupying one of these brilliant bogs one Friday afternoon. Something or other, I forget which, had titillated me. So I made my way to the first available luxury loo and began my wank-at-work ritual.

Door locked, yes. Taps running, yes. Squirt of lovely smelling pink soap in left hand, yes. Trousers round ankles, yes. Right hand positioned on wall above toilet bowl, yes. Spare hand ready to work, yes.

Time is hard to measure mid- toss, all I can remember is that I was deep into my fantasy, eyes closed and really pumping, when something happened that should never, ever happen. Ever.

In strolled the work experience girl. The lovely middle class teenage work experience girl. Fresh from taking her GCSE's, she was there for a couple of weeks in the 'real world'. Instinctively I turned around. I clocked her and my body and mind acted independently of my brain. I spun back, knelt down and began to make very convincing gagging sounds. It was obvious. I was being violently sick.

She ran out and I continued my charade for a few minutes more, before sheepishly creeping out. I made it back to my desk, fielded the concerned queries of my co-workers and managed to make it through the rest of the day.

As luck would have it, that Friday was her last.

I'll never know if she realised what was actually going on. I'll never know if she ever spoke to anyone about it. I'll never know how she made it through the door I was positive I locked. And I'll never know if that was the first, really rude thing she ever saw.
( Albert Marshmallow is a completely irredeemable cunt, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 17:50, 20 replies)

Typical Scouse approach
I was walking through a shopping centre somewhere in north Liverpool with some other girls (Bootle, I think), when an older boy strolled over, thrust a mag in my hand and said, "Eee-arr luv, have some cock."

It was a glossy gay porn mag open at a page with a well-endowed, muscular bloke enjoying a shower.
(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 17:01, 1 reply)

First Mammoth Porn Session
Went to a friend's house for his birthday mash up, we must have been about 15 and his parents had cleared off for the evening, leaving the 4 of us to our own devices.

So, (boringly, in hindsight) we did what we did every time we got together - drank a lot and smoked a load of shitty hash. I think I drifted off on the sofa about midnight, before being woken up by my friend excitedly saying "I've just found my step-dad's stash of porno tapes and speed". I think that definitely made his birthday.

We then spent the whole night - until about 5am I think - watching cassette after cassette of dodgy porn (guy had a bit of a fetish thing going on apparently) and my friends snorting all his speed. I didn't touch the stuff, never have never will, but there's nothing that'll put you off drugs faster than being the only one in the room not doing them and seeing the "I need to drink some water through my nose, it's burning" and a big glob of snot falling out of someone's nose before him holding one nostril closed and sniffing it all back up in one breath. Anyway, I digress...

We counted the tapes all hidden behind the drawers of this guy's, um, chest of drawers, and there were eighty six. Yes, eighty six VHS tapes of dodgy 80's porno for our viewing pleasure.

There's nothing quite like a 5 hour hardcore porn marathon with your mates to desensitize you! (and the fact I'd had the internet for a few years by this point and had already seen much, much worse)

Length? A little over 16 metres, back to back :)
(Mr_Lew, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 15:30, 5 replies)

Pay it forward
So many of these stories involve finding porn in bushes that it jogged my memory of the time when I was the leaver rather than the finder. A quite substantial pile of Mayfair, Club and Forum (classic 90s fair) dumped in the woods near my house.

I still wish I had all of those mags, they were such an important part of my teenage years *sigh*
(stewiegriffin, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 15:18, 10 replies)

Bush in the bush

Seven years old and my parents would regularly take me to a recreation ground to do the usual things like go on the swings and learn to ride a bike without stabilizers.

Dividing the park in two was a thick bush which had large bright green leaves on the outside and a network of trunks inside which were ideal for a small boy to climb across and explore. It became part of my routine visit to travel from one end of the bush to the other out of sight of my parents.

One day as I was traversing the branches I noticed a magazine on the floor. I stopped to have a look and realized to my horror it was full of women with no clothes on. At that point in my life the only naked woman I'd ever seen was my mother, so looking at other naked women seemed strange. I had a funny sensation in my stomach that I didn't understand.

After a few minutes I continued on my way but somehow knew it was right not to mention it to my parents. The magazine was there for a few days afterwards and I continued to stop and look and get the funny feeling in my tummy.

I still get that feeling now when my missus gets undressed :-)
(BinDipper, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 12:43, 4 replies)

The Anal of Spades
I’d seen a few rude things growing up. From the lingerie section of the Kays catalogue, where, if I was lucky, they’d feature a few see-through bras and I’d get a hint of aereola; to the fantastic feeling of playing Hide and Seek in the woods with my mates and finding a few ripped out (but crumpled and weather damaged) pages of Fiesta left behind a bush. I, like most of you, had also caught glimpses of Eurotrash, although I could never pick up channel 4 properly in my room with the portable TV aerial so the picture was often blurred. Lola Ferrari looked more like a pixelated Donkey Kong on my TV.

It wasn’t until my first trip abroad that I really got to see something rude; something that really opened my young eyes to new delights that the world had so far hidden from me. Majorca was the destination, and to this day, the excitement of boarding and travelling in a plane, swimming in foreign seas and trying paella for the first time, is still overshadowed by my rude discovery.

It was our first full day at the resort, and my Mum sent my brother and I off to the local shop to get an ice lolly for her and my sister. At 13, I was the eldest and I was handed the cash. My brother, 11, followed me to the store, with further instructions from my Dad to get him ‘a Feast, because ice lollies are girly and just frozen water with food colouring in’. Off we marched and I still remember feeling a little nervous about whether or not the lady behind the counter would start rambling on at me in Spanish. We picked up the items we were asked to get, along with something each for ourselves (for some reason I bought a Lipton Iced Tea), and made our way up to pay. It was then that it happened.

On a stand near the counter, were various holiday trinkets; key rings, postcards, pens and other crap with ‘Majorca’ emblazoned across it. However, there was one set of items that caught my eye in particular – pornographic playing cards. My eyes lit up; here right in front of me, were images of ladies in various states of undress, and most of them had their bronze European tits out. “Look!”, I whispered to my brother, nudging him with my elbow, nodding my head towards the playing cards. He looked up and I noticed his eyes widen too.
“Shall I get a pack?” I asked him, unsure of whether he would think I was being naughty and would tell Mum.

“Erm, yes, do it”, he replied giggling.

So I did.

Although, I do have a slight confession to make. I didn’t actually pay for the cards, and it wasn’t intentional. After handing over the other items I was going to pay for, I just froze; I was a 13 year old boy with a pack of porn playing cards in my hand. As I glanced down, I noticed that I’d picked up the ‘Anal Sex’ edition. I’m not sure I even knew what anal sex was, but I could tell from the image on the front of the pack that it was quite naughty, although the woman seemed to be smiling and enjoying herself. Before I knew what I was going to do, the woman behind the counter handed me my shopping in a carrier bag, and we turned and walked out, with the cards firmly clasped in my hand.

Keeping them in my short pockets for the rest of the afternoon was a scary thought, but I had to do it. I didn’t want my parents to know I had them, and certainly didn’t want them to know I’d stolen them. The hours slowly ticked by and eventually we headed back to the hotel to get changed for dinner. It was here that I managed to unload them into my rucksack, and it was there they stayed until 10 days later, when we arrived back home. I can’t tell you how nervous I was walking through passport control on the way back, thinking I’d be arrested for having these cards on me.
I couldn’t wait to show my friends my newly acquired playing cards, and the very next day we were in the park, flicking through them, laughing at some of the images and almost vomiting at others. For the next two or three days, I was The Porn King; the 13 year old who had everything; Chewits on tap, free cola bottles and white chocolate mice when I demanded, and best swing in the park. My playing cards had given me power amongst my peers. They had also taught me something new – what the term ‘anal sex’ actually meant.
Time passed, and the novelty of the cards wore off. Other boys found their mum’s dildos, or dad’s video collection, and my playing cards could not compete with these. However, I kept them, there was no way I was going to get rid of them; what if my mum saw them in the bin?!

“But what happened to the cards?!” I hear you cry. (well, not really, but it leads me onto the next point).

I still have them.

14 years on, after 2 house moves with my parents, to me moving out on my own into rented accommodation, back in with my parents and then finally last year to my own place; these cards have come with me. It wasn’t until this question came up this week that I remembered I still had them, so I checked, and yes, there they were, in the old box file under my bed along with my Granddad’s war medals and old school reports.

I took the liberty of taking a few photos of the images that still take me back to Majorca, the ones that really left a lasting impression:

Obviously, these links are NSFW!! They feature tits, arse, cum dripping cock, minge and ugly foreign people.

Photo 1 – The image on the box. Look how happy she is; so content - imgur.com/lN53p

Photo 2 – The psychedelic hat man. I always wondered why he kept his hat on, and why the fuck he bought it in the first place - imgur.com/byxvL

Photo 3 – Banana Split. This was the one that my mates and I used to piss ourselves at. - i.imgur.com/wG5We.jpg

Photo 4 – Horny. To be honest, this was the one that made my mates and I feel a bit queasy. - imgur.com/8X84O

Photo 5 – The Work Out. I used to wonder why she had this attire on. - i.imgur.com/RKvvh.jpg

I have actually played proper card games with these cards in the past and I think I’ll keep them for a while longer yet.


EDIT: Links should now be ok, after initially being removed by the Internet police
(Monkey the Chicken Twitter: death_stairs, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 12:31, 9 replies)

( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 11:58, 2 replies)

Swimming Pool Flash
Went to the wave pool at White City, very cool girl with plunging neckline one piece had this washed away. The image was fantastic probably the second rude thing but the first not a photo.
(CarlosNotlaw Is doing the opposite of you at, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 5:14, 14 replies)

At the Park
A big thanks to Gary and the bad lads from West Court who showed a 10yr old carlos Playboy and men only whilst we were at the park.
(CarlosNotlaw Is doing the opposite of you at, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 5:06, 2 replies)

Not the first thing, but the oddest...
...was when I was in Hamburg in the late 70's as a young and very naive recruit in the Merchant Navy.
I went into a club in the Reeperbahn where you paid to watch videos on what looked like a retro gaming machine. I was greeted by the sight of a bloke in a Batman mask laying under a glass coffee table having a furious wank whilst an obese blonde woman dressed as a cat had a shit on top of said coffee table.

Things went back to normal when the spruiker outside the next club asked us if we wanted to watch a midget dressed as Hitler getting fucked onstage by a donkey.
Happy days...
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Wed 17 Aug 2011, 3:16, 2 replies)

Year two, infants school
We were in a circle being read some god-awful drivel by our teacher, all utterly bored. One girl, who was sitting just behind Mrs. Mandevitch, was so bored she pulled her schoolgirl knickers down and started wanking. Quite graphically. It was a good ten minutes until the story finished and she was caught.
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 22:48, 12 replies)

watching una stubbs as aunt sally giving head to wurzell gummage as he put his thinking one on


Oh come on you didnt expect some thing decent here did you
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 22:38, Reply)

A nerdy kid.
I was a nerdy kid. Back in the 80s, when the world was monochrome and bleepy. At 8 years old, I was programming a ZX Spectrum. I could read through a program that was printed out and tell you what it does.

I would while away my hours in computer shops looking at all the games. I'd visit every newsagents in town to get my hands on a copy of Your Sinclair the minute it came out.

One day, I'm in the computer shop. I noticed a game on the shelf I hadnt seen before. Strip Poker. With a curious excitement, I lifted the box from the shelf to take a closer look. I flipped the box round to take check the screenshots.

Wow! My eyes were out on stalks! Look at that!! Amazing! I think it was the first time I actually felt a rumble in the joy department! I had seen something I had never seen before, and I liked it. I liked it alot! The quality, the curves! It was just beautiful! I had never seen such realistic computer graphics!
At that point, I knew it was time to upgrade to 16 bit and get an Amiga.
(Miggyman, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 22:17, 7 replies)

Fluid Mechanics
As an alumnus of the early 90s Key Stage 2 program, my sexual education began aged 10 with a cartoon about genitalia.

By my 11th birthday I knew far more about female anatomy and the act of reproduction than I’ll ever know again. I knew about fallopian tubes, I knew about wombs, I knew about ovaries, uteruses and the cervix. I knew that the male genes were carried by sperm. that sperm was mixed with seminal fluid and that both were called ejaculate.

So when my parents forgot to take their VHS of Trainspotting back to blockbuster I recognised the scene where a naked Kelly Macdonald rides Renton as ‘Sex’. Turns out knew bugger all about sex. Why were they so sweaty? Why did they need to pump up and down? Why were they saying things like ‘Uh nearly’ and making it look such bloody hard work? I had assumed the man would insert his penis, deposit the next generation and remove his penis; like a machine filling a donut.

I came to the conclusion that the mechanism of sex was more complicated. The man obviously inserted his penis, began to ejaculate and then had to carry on forcing out sperm until the woman was filled to the top of her fallopian tubes and the ovum had been reached. The passage of the fluid and eventual impregnation would be aided by vigorous pumping, like when I filled my bike tires, hence the sweating, the bouncing and the grunting.

I don’t know when I was disabused of this early belief, maybe when I began to ejaculate myself and realised I would never saturate a whole womb, but it was certainly a big part of my childhood sexuality. Even today if I’m watching porn and the woman shouts something like ‘yeah! fill me!!’ I can’t help but wonder how full she already is; past the cervix? Somewhere near the fundus?
(Asser, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 21:52, 5 replies)

For some Russians, perhaps...
...this.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 16 Aug 2011, 21:35, 1 reply)

Some time in the 1980s,
I went for a tramp in the woods. In hindsight, I don't know what I saw in him.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 19:39, 5 replies)

A Linda Lovelace movie...
...where she was sucking off a great dane.

The canine type, not the Hans Christian Anderson type.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 18:09, 5 replies)

Back in the early 80's aged around 11 a mate put on a very low quality pornos he'd found in house
It opened with an almost unwatchable scene in 'Tigeresses and other man eaters' where some lass was saying something almost indecipherable into a microphone as the picture jumped and skipped between colours of the rainbow.

The video then unscrambled into a few moments of clarity where she was heard to announce into the microphone,'I love sucking pricks.' And then proceeded to demonstrate her best sword swallowing skills on said microphone.

"Blimey. That's not a microphone is it?" or some such revelation was exlclaimed and my porno virginity was broken.

2 minutes later we went out to play in the nearby coal yard.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:30, 1 reply)

I got my first eyeful from Susie Monroe
in an "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" deal in primary school. Sadly the thrill was never repeated as she got fired and sent down for it shortly afterwards.

There's no way this hasn't bindun, now I think about it.
(StapMyVitals wouldn't mind a bit of that, Tue 16 Aug 2011, 15:11, 1 reply)