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IF YOU CAN'T WIN, INVENT A NEW GAME Jump to Page 1 - Where it all started
New rules were invented (no holding, no Having heard the shouts of "pull his shorts down" and the screams of delight, the owner of the house made a brief appearance to ensure that there wasn't an orgy in full swing, but left disappointed. Still, no doubt when the sport catches on... |
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Suzie Spits Hate Out of the mouth of babes comes sweet, gurgling, and affectionate little noises. Out of the mouth of Suzie comes visciously cruel put-downs and insults at a rate a Gatling gun would have been proud of. Starting with the "Looking a bit chunky this year Marts" we moved on to "Perhaps it's the way your standing Al that makes you look lardy" and finally to "Chris, you're too fat to have any chocolate - spit it out."
When the boys were down, a couple of well placed kicks in those overly large tummies proved particularly brutal. "Grey hair is definitely an old man thing", and "He's only a shop boy" are the only printable versions of what left the men quivering wrecks. By the end of the week though a clever defence strategy had been formed. Consisting of shouting "We're not paying for the rooms at your wedding, na-na-na-na" and running away, it worked splendidly well for all of three minutes. |
Love's Sweet Dream Abounding with that first flush of love, John and Rachel lived very much in the adult cottage. However, things may not have been all as they seemed. Was the photo below evidence of their much vaunted bedroom activity, as Rachel reads an educational book and John...well what is he doing with that left hand of his?
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mauling,no kicking in sensitive places but discarded due to the short attention span of the players. Eventually the game ended in the usual way, with Chris winning. However this wasn't before he had reached down under the water into Shirl's shorts (no that isn't the spacehopper's ear Chris!). Worse was to come a
s his long finger nails drew blood from Alan's back, resulting in a long spell in the dressing room as Fi sponged him dry and told him not to play with those rough lads (and lassies) again.
