ARmy Rumour SErvice

Originally Posted by arby

Originally Posted by dragknuckle

I've shagged a gwar

welcome friend. when did you get your ginger wings?

My God!!!! Not you as well?

Originally Posted by B_AND_T

Originally Posted by arby

Originally Posted by dragknuckle

I've shagged a gwar

welcome friend. when did you get your ginger wings?

My God!!!! Not you as well?

And proud. At first I was ashamed and felt dirty but actually, the smell of fox p'ss and twiglets is an aquired taste.

I may start a Ginger Wings thread.

I'm not proud of it and I'll hang my head in shame for ever but I once bought a German football fan a beer! I failed to pi'ss in the beer first and to compound the heinous deed, I neglected to kick his head in after he'd drunk it.

In my defence he was only 14 and a neighbours kid.

Originally Posted by cernunnos

I'm not proud of it and I'll hang my head in shame for ever but I once bought a German football fan a beer! I failed to pi'ss in the beer first and to compound the heinous deed, I neglected to kick his head in after he'd drunk it.

In my defence he was only 14 and a neighbours kid.

Bollox, next you will be telling us you have done a lezzer up the ricker!!

Originally Posted by arby

Originally Posted by B_AND_T

Originally Posted by arby

Originally Posted by dragknuckle

I've shagged a gwar

welcome friend. when did you get your ginger wings?

My God!!!! Not you as well?

And proud. At first I was ashamed and felt dirty but actually, the smell of fox p'ss and twiglets is an aquired taste.

I may start a Ginger Wings thread.

I've shagged 2 (!!) and while I keep telling myself one was more of a strawberry blonde and had great bangers there is no hiding the fact that the other was as ginger as they get with a huge curly wild barnet and a bush to match and was as flat as a pancake (not impressed one time at a fancy dress party when she came as a ye olde wench and I said it was meant to be a buxom wench and she should have worn a push up bra, to get an icy reply of "I am, you b*stard!").

Ginger birds are great. They make me look like I've got a tan.

A few moons ago I had a fb living round the corner…….. I’d just had the old circumcision op, stitches still in.
Met up with fb in local boozer, whispered into my ear, come back to mine and “do me proper good” she sez.
Love to sez I, but had the op, got me stitches in still.
“Not to worry” sez fb, “I’ll put on show for you, as I have the horn & a very wet whistle”
remembering me 7 P’s, I made it upstairs with the kitchen bowl of cold water, ice and flannel……………just in case “he” rears his now bald head….
Well she strips off, stood at end of bed, one leg up on the bed, strumming away at the banjo.
“he” is working well, stitches like piano strings.
“Use something” I mutter with a frog in my throat, as I have ice on “he”.
She slowly picks up a can of impulse body spray, waves it at me, and slowly it disappears, only to be seem again briefly during the withdrawal actions………….
She does her thing, and collapses on the bed, chest heaving yadda yadda ya…..
Withdraws the can of impulse, that wand of pleasure that she has just abused….. “where’s the lid ?” sez she, “sh1t !!!! must still be in me ! help me !”
“Straddle over me so I can look in….!”
She does.
I can’t see so I grabs the bedside lamp, rip of the shade & position said lamp to shine, nothing seen. Fingers in, can just reach the end of the cap, but it’s slippy…..
“Got any tweezers love?” “only these tiny ones” “No good………..wait, I saw something downstairs that twill do”
Legs it down to the kitchen, grill pan, bacon fat solidified, stuck in fat, ice bucket tongs – used for picking up the bacon.
Picks them up, dashes back up-stairs……… assume the position, under her hairy arch, inserts the tongs, they go in easy, must be the bacon fat, fell something, take a grip, she screams, that’s not the cap mate, sez I………… tries again got it, so I tug gently, the cap moves left and right, the plastic edge is catching her, she yelps, I note it is not a scream……I tug again, she moans, she likes it. So I takes my time and a few minutes later, I remove the cap, smelling of bacon.

Result, I am legend. (for about 3 minutes).

good drills..