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All kinds of wrongness for a Friday afternoon.
No no no no no nonononononono. No.
Pick Me Up has some seriously amazing headlines.
I think I posted this before but one edition had all these beauties on the cover:
I have 50 orgasms a day since I ate pavlova
Blind Date Shocker: Roger was a blow up doll
Dead under the christmas tree after we hit the sales
Samurai sword through the head
I built my dream woman but she still answers back
And so does the other part of me
I was saying...
She had this
Or something. The pavlova just set her off.
(Prefer "Restless Genital Syndrome" :D )
"Clitorism" and "Vaginismus"
"I stared at the milk and then back at Dixie. I couldn't, could I?"
...sounds like a Curb set-up.
even ghosts, whether they are the sauntering type or not, have standards.
"So I didn't tell my boyfriend of one month, Paul Murphy, 33.
On 15 October, I missed my period and was thrilled to find out I was pregnant."
Can't imagine Paul Murphy, 33, was. In context, they are a couple of great sentences
but was looking for some sausages for Rex our boxer dog but I couldn't find any. So I did what I had to, yep right up to the Gooch.
It's been a long long week.
most info ever.
She'd return home each evening and recount stories just like these. Every day was like a gift.
but I used to work in a spuermarket and thi sold lady bought a massive tin of Chum dog food. her daughter was close behind her and asked me "if it was ok for her mum to be putting that food into a pie" which she would eat herself. she said she'd been doing it for years but had only just become concerned.
i was almost sick