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» The worst sex I ever had

Valentine's Day
I met a girl near the end of the night, who was a rather excellent blonde goth. Delighted at my luck, I followed her to the taxi which took us to her flat. Back there, we did a lot of sex, all sorts, while listening to an odd mix of Marilyn Manson and Bush by the light of her lava lamp. I woke the next morning feeling satisfied but a little sick from the hangover. She woke about the same time and I gave her a morning kiss. She looked at me in horror at first but said it was nothing. After 5 minutes or so of very strained conversation, I decided to go for a pee and head home, assuming she didn't like what she saw. Upon looking in the bathroom mirror I realised that my whole face, from just below my eyes, my neck, chest, hands, stomach and thighs were covered in dried blood. I washed it off in the sink and went back to the girl and she didn't mention a thing and I never asked.

We continued our arrangement for about 4 weeks until I accidentally came in her eye, which seemed to have an effect on her ability to answer my calls.
(Thu 21st Jun 2007, 16:30, More)

» Terrible food

I spent my 21st birthday
in France with my family. Very nice place called Colmar which is nearish to Germany and was actually owned by the Nazeyes at one point I think.
Anyway, the night before I had rather a lot to drink and so was still feeling a bit dodgy when it came to dinner time. My nice new french auntie served up two starters. the first was a grotesque layered thing with crepe, cream cheese, pesto and smoked salmon thing. These things dont usually turn my stomach, but the texture of it was like cold ready chewed bread. I thought I was going to chuck after the first mouthful and there was a ridiculous amount of this crepe thing. My sister wisely declined but I fought on and managed to get it all down.

Then came the second appetiser. Raw mince with onions in it. As soon as i got a forkful in my mouth, I excused myself, puked in my mouth as I entered the bathroom, calmly removed my nice white shirt, and violently spewed into the toilet.

After having a brief clean up, I returned and heartily enjoyed the main course of rare-cooked duck.
(Wed 23rd May 2007, 11:20, More)

» Going Too Far

The Ballad of Davey Broon
I was at a music festival in Scotland called T in the park. After many beers and smokes on the Friday night we rose on the Saturday morning rather bleary eyed and got straight back into it.
Sitting there in my mate's big tent, a few of the boys let off one or two large farts (or "pumps", as my mum used to call them). Well I felt confident in my colon to produce a louder and more comical noise than them so squeezed out a beauty which was gratefully received by all. That is except my boxers. I shat myself terribly. However, I managed not to cry and skulked off to my tent to change and get washed with the baby wipes. I then disposed of the soiled garment in the rubbish pile of a nearby gathering of tents. I didn't tell anyone about it until I confided in a friend at the gathering the next year. Seconds later I was named Davey Broon, and 8 years later, I still am. Shite.
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