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» Hidden Treasure
Hidden smut
Whilst sorting out the contents of my loft in my old house, I found that the floor had been sealed with pages from a 1950/60s smut mag. Nothing much to report, but dildos were a lot cheaper back then!
(Tue 5th Jul 2005, 13:15, More)
Hidden smut
Whilst sorting out the contents of my loft in my old house, I found that the floor had been sealed with pages from a 1950/60s smut mag. Nothing much to report, but dildos were a lot cheaper back then!
(Tue 5th Jul 2005, 13:15, More)
» I was drunk when I bought this
Fucking Scooby Doo
Reading Festival 2004. Spent the whole morning drinking, by around lunchtime I couldn't physically eat anything, so instead drank more Carling (nasty stuff). Bought some dodgy weed off some fella outside a pub, then started chatting to someone dressed as Scooby Doo. Went back to his van to have a smoke. My boyfriend stole his loudspeaker and was hurling abuse at random people forcing them to buy the shittest t-shirts. I gave in, and I bought a "fifty pence" shirt for a tenner. On the way back to the campsite I realised what I had done and promptly disposed of the evidence. The fucking shame of it. I am easily led.
(Wed 15th Jun 2005, 20:20, More)
Fucking Scooby Doo
Reading Festival 2004. Spent the whole morning drinking, by around lunchtime I couldn't physically eat anything, so instead drank more Carling (nasty stuff). Bought some dodgy weed off some fella outside a pub, then started chatting to someone dressed as Scooby Doo. Went back to his van to have a smoke. My boyfriend stole his loudspeaker and was hurling abuse at random people forcing them to buy the shittest t-shirts. I gave in, and I bought a "fifty pence" shirt for a tenner. On the way back to the campsite I realised what I had done and promptly disposed of the evidence. The fucking shame of it. I am easily led.
(Wed 15th Jun 2005, 20:20, More)