After a heavy working period of several days and being surrounded by a hareem of hot chicks, I came home with a lazy lob. Rather than letting the devils juice build up and being smacked for choking the bird, with an extra large 'go large' sized dollop into the currently asexual sh@gpiece bird's chops. I thought I'd decant some in the style of the sneaky thrap. So after pretending to have a post work nap I got to work, using the visions of beauty from the last few days to drive it from my body. After some busy tugging, in the words from that famous movie, 'there she blows', I delivered my tablespoon's worth of joy. FFS it shot over my head, past the bed post and left a sticky mess on my best emulsion covered walls. It was like a squashed slug (sorry Dale). From point of exit to landing zone must have been at least 6 feet. I can't pee that distance. After the initial shock of removing said slug from the wall, I now start to wonder, 'Is this a world record?' as I scan the phone book for the number of Noris Mcquirter from Guiness. Perhaps this could be a new Olympic sport. The long seed spray jump? Can anyone give me Norris' number or beat my 6 feet shot with a tight grouping?