A little more on whores….
I heard a great story from a friend about a bloke who went to the local knocking shop after the football to get himself sucked off. He was shown to a room, told to get himself ready. So he strips off, taking off his shoes and socks. To his horror, he realises that his feet are fucking rancid! He spots a bottle of talcum powder on the sideboard, and liberally shakes it onto his feet. Only the lid flies off… and the bottle empties in his lap.
At that second the whore opens the door to the room, causing the powder to billow up in a cloud, filling the room.
Sad fuck, bet he didn’t get his blow-job either. Or if he did, he paid extra and it was dry, messy and smelt of his nan.
February 2nd, 2006 at 11:27 am
there’s a place in Hampstead, a ‘friend of mine’ tells me, where when you’ve had your massage the whore says ‘talc or oil?’ for the happy ending.
February 7th, 2006 at 11:02 pm
tsk, a pro like me uses superglue, Jack!
February 8th, 2006 at 2:17 pm
Eeeep!
Could bring a whole new meaning to ‘joined at the hip’.
February 8th, 2006 at 6:06 pm
only if I miss…
February 9th, 2006 at 12:16 pm
sounds too good to be true
February 9th, 2006 at 12:25 pm
It normally is!
February 9th, 2006 at 12:33 pm
Hah! Tell you what, I’ll wash my feet and try not to drop the talc on the floor if you promise not to spray me with glue (or smell of my nan).
February 9th, 2006 at 9:52 pm
Crivens! Don’t forget the bourbon creams.
February 10th, 2006 at 9:55 am
try my jammy dodger