Parties that lead onto house parties are always dangerous affairs. Aged 22, if you're not shagging at these things by the end of the night you're a ****ing queer. I was an outsider to this party, I considered that to be my ticket to roam free. However after Saturday night you can chop my balls off and call me Nigel. 5am. The lassie who held the wonderful event had me pinned to her bed, mirrors adjacent, things were proceeding nicely. I knew an hour or so of hard work lay ahead, firing your load while burst is a task. Little did I know, that was the least of my worries. BANG. No, I hadn't ruptured her ring piece. It was the front door. Footsteps up the stairs sounded and an old male voice sounded - ''Are you in your room?'' - my ring piece ruptured. Turns out it was her old man, who wasn't supposed to be due home. If anyone is wondering what Channel 4's documentary tonight is about - ''The man with the 10 stone testicles'' - it's just a video of me walking home on Sunday morning. <failmuir>
Didn't have it in me, that would've been 2 hours work. She said she was 20, I think, or I might've just guessed that. She was an absolute wee cracker too, I think, or I might've just guess that too. She started texting me last night. <MuirDaft>
I was caught in the act before by my ex girlfriends Da. We were going at it like **** and he arrived home from the bar early. Came into the room to ask if I wanted to have a beer with him whilst I was doing his princess doggy style. Never felt so scundered, but went and had a smoke and a beer with him and he apologised ha.
I would`ve porked her and the only trace would be the crusty stain after wiping my cock n balls on the living room curtains on the way out
I would ask for pics, but we know what happened last time Muir promised us pics. Disappeared for 3 yrs
Not been to a proper house party since I was about 17. Last one I ended up getting locked in the bedroom with the munter who was holding the party. Proved to me that even after at least 20 pints, some burds are still unattractive.