kneemos wrote: » Some "mot" starts heading the ball with your girlfriend/wife and you go for a ****?Am I right?
RobYourBuilder wrote: » She spoke with herself and said 'looks like fun'.
seventeen sheep wrote: » Did anyone else read this and think that the "cracker of a mot" probably had mental issues and was talking to herself? (As in, to herself, as opposed to talking to the OP's "herself".)
Donkey Oaty wrote: » There's a sketch by David Mitchel (I think) where the only thing he has to arouse him is a ten pound note, so he tries use the picture of the Queen for inspiration. Unfortunately he holds the note the wrong way around and Charles Dickens starts getting involved.
RobYourBuilder wrote: » Following on from the "Lame or embarrassing things you fapped to before you had internet porn" thread. I'll get started. We were in a Jacuzzi and the place was ghost. Just some lad swimming laps. We were going to scoop up the boss from preschool and have a kick around after. So I'd a football in my holdall which I fetched. We were doing headers across to one another when a cracker of a mot stepped in. She spoke with herself and said 'looks like fun'. So the two of them started heading it to each other. 'No, no use your neck muscles. It's a great workout.' After a few minutes I'd a raging horn and went for a tommy in an open plan cubicle changing room. Not my proudest moment. Back in the day, my gran always ensured we had an Argos catalogue in the gaff. That swimwear section. I always try and buy at least one Christmas gift out of Argos out of loyalty. Oh, there's a queue. I'll browse, sure. Still a cracking swimwear section.
Slicemeister wrote: » Remember that time when Angela Lansbury from Murder She Wrote was in crutches? The more she limped the harder I tugged.
katemarch wrote: » Enid Blyton.
katemarch wrote: » The Peanut There was lashings of ginger beer in Enid Blyton but I don't recall an Aunt Fanny. Not my cupper cha.
Woshy wrote: » Argos has never sold swimwear What exactly did you think you were **** to?