Not having sexOur pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
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Big carbut not big enough. My first car was an old 60s model. Steel dashboard. Huge bench seat in the front as well as the back. The steering wheel was enormous and had a big shiny ring in the center for the horn.
The young lady and I were making out in the front seat at a popular site for such activities. There must have been a dozen cars nearby.
As we started to get a bit more into it and taking shirts off, ANNNND my elbow becomes wedged in between the steering wheel and the horn ring.
HOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Took almost a full minute to get my elbow unstuck.
Certainly put a damper on the mood and probably for the rest of the cars parked up there that night.
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id10ts WTF happened, Wed 28 May 2014, 11:37,
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ferret -> twitter.com/syfyautocorrect <-, Wed 28 May 2014, 13:48,
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Both of these replies deserve an award of some kind. (, Wed 28 May 2014, 14:33, closed)
I think between us we've managed to rescue this entire question.(
Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 28 May 2014, 14:49,
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