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Started by Mrs matthewvic, 13 August, 2006, 12:36:47 AM

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Woolly

For the grumble-mags to contain truly magical powers of arousal, they must first be found stuffed in a hedge.

Doggy Carrots

thats ok OD i actually just found part 8 in HMV so if any one out there has part 4 maybe we could strike a deal?

Woolly

Just wanted to say thanks for Friday 13th which turned up today.

I shall cherish it!

TordelBack

"For the grumble-mags to contain truly magical powers of arousal, they must first be found stuffed in a hedge."

This is the funniest thing I've read all day!  And so true!  

Mind you, I once found such items lying in the middle of a cycle path on my way to school... and they were Not Nice to Look At.  It's definitely the hedge that's the key.  

Emperor

The DVDs turned up today and I can't wait to watch them!!

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Back to the bongo literature - when I was a lad porn used to turn up on the playing field right by where we played footie. As hairy palmed sons of toil at the time our main thought was "Woooooooo Porn Santa" (with side gags involving hiding a few of the rudest pages in someone's bag to cause a raised eyebrow or two if it made an unexpected appearance in front of parents or nuns). Nowadays I do wonder what was going on of an evening in the shadier corners of the school after dark?? We used to sneak in for drinkies in our teens and never saw anyone. Then again I did wonder about my mother warning me not to go down to the beach after dark because of all the weirdoes. It was only after a few years of boozing on the beech and never seeing these oddballs that I realised I'd become the kind of person my mother had warned me about (and worse it was never as exciting as I imagined) - I suppose that is all part of growing up.

It might just be nostalgia but if I had a subscription to one of these new angled naturist magazines that seem all the rage these days then I'd really need them ripped up and hidden in the bushes around the garden so one could while away a Sunday afternoon on some kind of Erotic Easter Egg Hunt. Or not.
if I went 'round saying I was an Emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!

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Tiplodocus

Ours used to be found in a small electricity substation at the top of our road.  To gain access to the rather unshaven ladies therein was truly a test of courage as you had to leap over the top and into the substation.  

I'd hate to have been fried to death clutching a second hand jazz mag but, I must have thought it was worth the risk - probably just our of curiosity value as I was ten or eleven at the time.

Of course, you see worse on Children's TV these days... (bore bore rant rant etc. etc.)
Be excellent to each other. And party on!

I, Cosh

C'mon the quality jazz mag only becomes really seasoned after the fourth or fifth 'master'.

A friend once offered a group of us sloppy seconds on a jazz mag with the immortal phrase I've only "used" it once.
We never really die.

Trout

I had an incredibly weird flatmate who once borrowed a jazz mag from another flatmate - for 15 minutes.

No-one would touch it afterwards.

He was the same person who drew up a design for a modified exercise bike that would toss you off.

- Trout

Emperor

He was the same person who drew up a design for a modified exercise bike that would toss you off.

Yeah a guy I know went to suprise a flatmate on his birthday to find him being intimate with a homemade device constructed from a shampoo bottle and some flannels that was then wedge between the mattress and bed frame.

I think it is that flush of enthusiasm you get when you start smoking dope - I've heard more than my fair share of "why don't we make a bong out of that??" conversations. Usually resulting in the idea that it'd be great to make someone's head into one, while they are still alive (and there is always a volunteer).
if I went 'round saying I was an Emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!

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Noisybast

The DVDs turned up today.
Thank you very much for putting up with my procrastination, Oopsie!
Dan Dare will return for a new adventure soon, Earthlets!

Satanist

"Yeah a guy I know went to suprise a flatmate on his birthday to find him being intimate with a homemade device constructed from a shampoo bottle and some flannels that was then wedge between the mattress and bed frame. "

As a lad I was informed that warm liver in a polythene bag trapped between toilet and lid was the way to go for realism*.

This also has the added bonus of having a ready made snack when you're finished.




*untested honest, so don't blame me if you flush your tadger away.
Hmm, just pretend I wrote something witty eh?

Emperor

Yeah the hunk of liver was always talked about when I was a young un (either left on the radiator or later on popped in the microwave.

At what point do you think "this wanking lark is rubbish what I really want to be doing is humping offal"?
if I went 'round saying I was an Emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!

Fractal Friction | Tumblr | Google+

radiator

'either left on the radiator or later on popped in the microwave.'

Don't involve me in this, please!

DavidXBrunt

Ironically whilst I was at the sorting office last week collecting a parcel I missed one being delivered last Wednesday. For the last week we've all been arguing over whose it is and refusing to pick it up. Someone broke down this week and picked it up and what do you know?

Cheers Daisy. Much appreciated.

Concrete Block 15

Someone broke down this week and picked it up and what do you know?

A liver in a polythene bag? (see above)