Monday, 22 August 2011
Moments of real eroticism don't come passing through our kitchen that often. At least when I'm there. For all I know, waterfalls of sweat, saliva and spunk may course through it on a daily basis. But if this is the case, then my fellow home dwellers are either very quiet or just really good at mopping up. However, when I'm kicking about, there's so not so much as a mouse puckering up. So I was taken aback when I was not only privy to summat pretty pervy but also managed to capture some of it on my camera phone. It's proper X-rated stuff so if you're a bit of a fridge and don't like having certain sensory bits and bobs tickled in ways you ain't experienced before, then you should probably blindfold yourself and throw your computer out of the window...
There's been plenty of tittle tattle running through the rest of da month - Here's a few choice moments...
Jager bombs for breakfast - that's how we do
Pure unadulterated wee man joy
Flat mate's nan on the altar of fresh pants - fresh looks all round
Obelix - original badman
Hello my only friend