The 'I wish somebody saw that' thread.
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As per the title really.
You've just performed a mind-blowing stunt of superhero proportions, but as you've turned around to bathe in the admiration of the general public, nobody saw what you did. Your feeling of self-pride turning to woe and disgust, you continue with your day wishing that somebody saw what you just did.
Mine is pretty epic
, I was outside Belfast airport finishing a cigarette and flicked it with reckless abandon. It pirouetted through the air gracefully and landed on the floor, perfectly upright. My happiness in this moment probably conveys to you all that my existence is null and void, but it really made me warm.
Share your joy PH.
You've just performed a mind-blowing stunt of superhero proportions, but as you've turned around to bathe in the admiration of the general public, nobody saw what you did. Your feeling of self-pride turning to woe and disgust, you continue with your day wishing that somebody saw what you just did.
Mine is pretty epic
, I was outside Belfast airport finishing a cigarette and flicked it with reckless abandon. It pirouetted through the air gracefully and landed on the floor, perfectly upright. My happiness in this moment probably conveys to you all that my existence is null and void, but it really made me warm.Share your joy PH.
Was on a business trip. Got to hotel, started getting undressed to have a shower. Took ring off finger, threw it on the bed. It bounced and landed upright. Thought "hah, what are the chances?". Picked it up, chucked it again. Landed upright again.
To this day I've never managed to do it again once, let alone twice in a row. Was mildly annoyed that no one was there to witness my skillz.
To this day I've never managed to do it again once, let alone twice in a row. Was mildly annoyed that no one was there to witness my skillz.
Years ago, one Christmas time, all of my family were sitting in the living room.
My Dad was eating a Jelly Baby, just put it to his mouth, so it was between his two fingers and his bottom teeth (with the top teeth coming down to bite it). At that moment, my Sister threw him another one from about 12-13ft away. It got trapped between his jelly baby and his top teeth as he was trying to bite down!!!!!!!
She tried it again. The jelly baby hit him in the eye, and rebounded into the bin, which was another funny shot, but nowhere near as remarkable as the first!!!
My Dad was eating a Jelly Baby, just put it to his mouth, so it was between his two fingers and his bottom teeth (with the top teeth coming down to bite it). At that moment, my Sister threw him another one from about 12-13ft away. It got trapped between his jelly baby and his top teeth as he was trying to bite down!!!!!!!
She tried it again. The jelly baby hit him in the eye, and rebounded into the bin, which was another funny shot, but nowhere near as remarkable as the first!!!
Shagged one of the fittest birds Ive ever met, let alone on a minesite, in the minesite pool about 1am on NYE. (When there are 400 other blokes trying to get in her knickers, thats a good effort)
Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other b
d walked past to see my achievement.
Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other b
d walked past to see my achievement.308mate said:
Shagged one of the fittest birds Ive ever met, let alone on a minesite, in the minesite pool about 1am on NYE. (When there are 400 other blokes trying to get in her knickers, thats a good effort)
Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other bd walked past to see her cock on display.
EFALater she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other b
d walked past to see her cock on display.
Ahhh Moneypenny said:
308mate said:
Shagged one of the fittest birds Ive ever met, let alone on a minesite, in the minesite pool about 1am on NYE. (When there are 400 other blokes trying to get in her knickers, thats a good effort)
Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other bd walked past to see her cock on display.
EFALater she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other b
d walked past to see her cock on display.Galsia said:
Ahhh Moneypenny said:
308mate said:
Shagged one of the fittest birds Ive ever met, let alone on a minesite, in the minesite pool about 1am on NYE. (When there are 400 other blokes trying to get in her knickers, thats a good effort)
Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other bd walked past to see her cock on display.
EFALater she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other b
d walked past to see her cock on display.308mate said:
Shagged one of the fittest birds Ive ever met, let alone on a minesite, in the minesite pool about 1am on NYE. (When there are 400 other blokes trying to get in her knickers, thats a good effort)
Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other bd walked past to see my achievement.
You were drunk and she wasn't that hot?Later she sat on the steps of my room for a post-coital ciggie. On both occasions, not one other b
d walked past to see my achievement.A couple of weeks ago, I was enjoying my morning constitutional - James May's "May On Motors" and a fag whilst evacuating my bowels, ready for the day ahead. I finished the cigarette and dropped it nonchalantly into the pan.
When I stood up and turned round to admire my handiwork, the sight was something to behold.
There was a long, tapered turd, rising from the water up the centre of the bowl like an evil, brown talon. It was exactly central to the pan and rather impressive in both length and girth.
But, the icing on the cake (as it were) was the fact that my discarded ciggy had landed atop this monster, right on the tip, but perfectly perpendicular to the fecal matter forming a rudimentary cruciform.
I almost got the camera.
When I stood up and turned round to admire my handiwork, the sight was something to behold.
There was a long, tapered turd, rising from the water up the centre of the bowl like an evil, brown talon. It was exactly central to the pan and rather impressive in both length and girth.
But, the icing on the cake (as it were) was the fact that my discarded ciggy had landed atop this monster, right on the tip, but perfectly perpendicular to the fecal matter forming a rudimentary cruciform.
I almost got the camera.
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