The mysterious case of Stuart Slann

[TheEnd]

First off, i'd have thought this hit the P&P radar but nothing on Stuart Slann in a search.

So, onto the story.
Stuart is 39 from Sheffield, and unlucky. For example, on holiday in Mexico arguing over football with two scousers ended up with him being thrown in the pool and breaking his ankle.

Back home in blighty, his run of bad luck continued. He had to travel 200 miles to meet his internet bit on the side. The lovely Emma. They hadn't even met, just flirted a bit and he decided to go on a 9 hour drive for rampant sexing of their bodies.
After a 9 hour journey, Emma was still late as she got held up at work for another 3 hours.

Luckily it ended in smiles.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4UsdYjzqS4

[crofty1984]

My goodness.
And those rampant rabits aren't cheap.
(Yes, I have bought one, and no, it wasn't for me before you start!)

Edited by crofty1984 on Sunday 22 February 18:33

[Penny-lope]

repost

And so sad....I nearly cried listening to that bloody recording

Poor bar steward

[AlexKP]

You gotta love those scallys....

Not.

I actually feel sorry for the poor bd.

[baldy1926]

repost!!

[Penny-lope]

crofty1984 said:

My goodness.
And those rampant rabits aren't cheap.
(Yes, I have bought one, and no, it wasn't for me before you start!)

Edited by crofty1984 on Sunday 22 February 18:33

Depends where you buy them....online is so much cheaper

[crofty1984]

Penny-lope said:

crofty1984 said:

My goodness.
And those rampant rabits aren't cheap.
(Yes, I have bought one, and no, it wasn't for me before you start!)

Edited by crofty1984 on Sunday 22 February 18:33

Depends where you buy them....online is so much cheaper

At the risk of hijacking the thread, this one (I liked to call it the purple knobbler) came from Ann Summers in a busy Mancunian shoping centre. Went in with my then girlfriend. Go over to appropriate shelf.
"Can I help you?"
"Oh, we're just, er, looking" BROWSING! Why did that word choose that moment to disappear from my vocabulary?

Left the shop, came back later having decided on one, both go in, buy it (about 50 bloody quid after "acessories")
I'm not usually shy, but it wasn't my usual kind of purchase, so what I REALLY didn't need was my iPod setting off the alarm as we leave, attracting the attention of all the shoppers in the vicinity.

There you go, The tale of Crofty and the purple rubber cock. It's a MINI adventure.