Guilty Pleasures, part 2
It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.
What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?
( , Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.
What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?
( , Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
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Well known urban myth, turns out to be be well guilty pleasure.
Most of the time when people hear this it's probably an urban myth, but it does happen...and I saw it with my own spherical light sensing organs. Obviously this in no way disproves the urban myth theory for any of you as you haven't, but take my word for it, small yorkshire terriers absolutely love licking butter (actually I think it was 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter', but the dog obviously didn't notice the difference, thus proving their advertising claims too) and honey out of womens vajajays. Or one yorkshire terrier and one woman in particular anyway.
This was before I went to uni, I went round to this friends house unannounced (as you do) because she lived near me, went round the side to use the back door because that's the door we use in the north and caught an eyeful (is there anything larger than an eyeful? I probably caught that too) through the sitting room window. I watched for a couple of minutes before deciding it might be best if she was left to it for a while. Suffice to say my wank larder was well stocked for many months.
She still doesn't know I saw but may do now if she comes on b3ta.
/Edit oh, I'm guessing this counts as a guilty pleasure for both me and her, and possibly the dog. Imagine the moral quandary it must be going through 'oh, I love butter and honey, but is it right to eat them out of a womans snatch? I'm effectively a dog prostitute, A bitch whore'. Or maybe it loves it, you never can tell with dogs.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 17:58, 4 replies)
Most of the time when people hear this it's probably an urban myth, but it does happen...and I saw it with my own spherical light sensing organs. Obviously this in no way disproves the urban myth theory for any of you as you haven't, but take my word for it, small yorkshire terriers absolutely love licking butter (actually I think it was 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter', but the dog obviously didn't notice the difference, thus proving their advertising claims too) and honey out of womens vajajays. Or one yorkshire terrier and one woman in particular anyway.
This was before I went to uni, I went round to this friends house unannounced (as you do) because she lived near me, went round the side to use the back door because that's the door we use in the north and caught an eyeful (is there anything larger than an eyeful? I probably caught that too) through the sitting room window. I watched for a couple of minutes before deciding it might be best if she was left to it for a while. Suffice to say my wank larder was well stocked for many months.
She still doesn't know I saw but may do now if she comes on b3ta.
/Edit oh, I'm guessing this counts as a guilty pleasure for both me and her, and possibly the dog. Imagine the moral quandary it must be going through 'oh, I love butter and honey, but is it right to eat them out of a womans snatch? I'm effectively a dog prostitute, A bitch whore'. Or maybe it loves it, you never can tell with dogs.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 17:58, 4 replies)
True myths.
I like the way you consider the dogs rationale and moral deliberation!! *click*
I also empathise with an unbelieveable story (hence the title). I posted ages ago about my wife going to the doctors with glitter on her lady-bits. Someone called me up on it, as it's a common urban legend. The very same night, I surreptitiously enquired with the missus (no, of course I wouldn't post anything about you on the internet dear!) and found that I hadn't mistakenly recalled a story I'd heard. She actually had gone to a smear appointment with disco glitter on the chuff.
Sometimes legends must be borne of notable incidents in reality.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:15, closed)
I like the way you consider the dogs rationale and moral deliberation!! *click*
I also empathise with an unbelieveable story (hence the title). I posted ages ago about my wife going to the doctors with glitter on her lady-bits. Someone called me up on it, as it's a common urban legend. The very same night, I surreptitiously enquired with the missus (no, of course I wouldn't post anything about you on the internet dear!) and found that I hadn't mistakenly recalled a story I'd heard. She actually had gone to a smear appointment with disco glitter on the chuff.
Sometimes legends must be borne of notable incidents in reality.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:15, closed)
It was an Alsatian
and dog food spread on his friend's sister's clunge, when a certain Nik Bowman told me the story circa 1983.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:28, closed)
and dog food spread on his friend's sister's clunge, when a certain Nik Bowman told me the story circa 1983.
( , Mon 17 Mar 2008, 18:28, closed)
CopyDogs
Maybe the original urban legend has simply inspired experimentation IRL? I'd like to think so and often do.
( , Tue 18 Mar 2008, 9:15, closed)
Maybe the original urban legend has simply inspired experimentation IRL? I'd like to think so and often do.
( , Tue 18 Mar 2008, 9:15, closed)
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