Cyril, you sound the sort of chap who wears a condom in order to have a sterile wank.
Cyril, you sound the sort of chap who wears a condom in order to have a sterile wank.
sybil
in your schoolyard imagination everything is a "boystown" experience.Well, you made even that seem like a 'boys town' experience.
sybil
of course you did and you obviously have a problem with dirty sex. do you do it missionary style with your socks on you self loathing brit?I probably didn't linger over the detail while reading it, you grubby little sleaze ball.
you prissy prude.
You and 'asylum' were raised in the sexually repressed post-war environments, probably both groomed in private schools by schoolmasters with a military background.
Your tawdry, decades-long unsatisfied homosexual yearnings belong to a bygone age, much like yourselves.
Nowadays your type can just be themselves, which must be among the multitude of things that grind your gears.
just listen to you.groomed, schoolmasters, military background.
you just ooze repression like a nun staring at a nine incher.
You're both accusing each other of the same thing.
He loves the 'no, no...that's you that is' response.
Almost as much as that pointless mong fecal fly.
is this thread still mired in the discussion of other mens penis' ?
Yes, they all seem to be repressed homos, not that there is anything wrong with repression.
^ You almost motivated me to tell a tale about a one legged working girl in Aberdeen docks with that comment, but I'm gonna keep it to myself.
Did she get a log over?
Someone let poor repressed Cyrille out of her gimp cage for the weekend, poor fucker needs some meat and two veg.
^^^ No...
It was a strange night... long before the industry went zero tolerance.
I was heading back to the boat after a lot of beer and was propositioned by what looked like quite an attractive lady from the other side of the road. I must have shown some interest because before I knew it she started to hobble across, but due to having a leg missing she couldn't get over the central reservation. I had been unaware of her predicament until this point.
What do ya do? Do you carry on back to the boat at speed and appear to be discrimatory or do you help a one legged prostitute across a metal fence dividing a dual carriageway at 3am in the morning?
Like I said, it was a bizarre night.
^ Eileen, or was it the one-legged Chinese girl Irene?
Or the lass, Nolene, who had no legs...
To be honest I was hopping you guys would show a bit more maturity.
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