Quote: zooo @ September 25 2009, 11:42 PM BSTTim's a Fanny Slapper!!
Hee.
You do know that fanny doesn't mean flank don't you?
Quote: zooo @ September 25 2009, 11:42 PM BSTTim's a Fanny Slapper!!
Hee.
You do know that fanny doesn't mean flank don't you?
Quote: zooo @ September 25 2009, 11:50 PM BST
*gets behind bagel*
Quote: Dolly Dagger @ September 25 2009, 11:13 PM BSTI hate it when people smack it too high and it just hurts the small of your back.
Are they the same people that high five you in the face or shake your finger tips?
Quote: Leevil @ September 26 2009, 12:24 AM BSTAre they the same people that high five you in the face or shake your finger tips?
Or those ones that go in for a quick smooch and get half of your ear.
What about those weirdos who manage to poke you in the nostril? How do they manage that?
Quote: Leevil @ September 26 2009, 12:37 AM BSTWhat about those weirdos who manage to poke you in the nostril? How do they manage that?
That wasn't my nostril. Fair play, it was dark, but...
Nooo! You've just hit a nerve with my greatest ever drunken faux pas. You meet someone, think you're getting on well, they have to leave the pub and you go in for the kiss.
You go lips, they go cheek, it turns into one big embarrassing awkward social mess and then I piss my pants and run from the pub crying and waving my hands in front of my face like I'm swatting an imaginary fly.
It was an unusually hairy orifice, whatever it was
I got poked in the eye once when a guy was trying to do the "caressing the face" thing. That was a short lived romance.
Quote: Leevil @ September 25 2009, 11:42 AM BSTI have no namesakes, except for Don Amott - Evil Caravan Tycoon.
I haven't heard that name in YEARS!
Quote: Renegade Carpark @ September 26 2009, 12:42 AM BSTNooo! You've just hit a nerve with my greatest ever drunken faux pas. You meet someone, think you're getting on well, they have to leave the pub and you go in for the kiss.
You go lips, they go cheek, it turns into one big embarrassing awkward social mess and then I piss my pants and run from the pub crying and waving my hands in front of my face like I'm swatting an imaginary fly.
Steve?
Never pee your pants on a first date. Give them something to look forward to.
Quote: Tim Walker @ September 26 2009, 12:46 AM BSTNever pee your pants on a first date. Give them something to look forward to.
Love me, love my pee. It's my way or the dry way baby.
Why should women by the only ones who are allowed to get wet, I say!?