Probably shouldn't post cos I'm drunk...but they're always the best, right?
Earlier this year I fell for a charming Italian bloke.

One of the many reasons I finally just ran out of his place and never answered his calls again was because he would cry.

The whole time.

Every time.

Because it was "so beautiful".

Gave up on pretensious Europeans after that, I can tell you.

Oh, and the time I was so embarassed to have 'come on' so suddenly that I had bled all over us, and then finally, upon cleaning up, realised that the blood wasn't coming from me.

I had vigourously snapped his banjo string right in the vital spot, sopping us both with his member-engorging claret.

Not pretty, and rather scary as he was very decidedly bi (as in, being with me had settled the matter in terms of whether he was even full-blown- no pun intended!- gay or not), and had had all sorts of fun-encrusted love up his fudge-pipe in the years before we met.

Mmm...maybe I *should* post more down the track.
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Sat 16 Jun 2007, 16:39, Reply)