Yeah Yoko Ono...you are going to make a FORTUNE selling these clothes to boys
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Ummm excuse me sir, but is that a scrotum on your jumper? I recon Mr coops would divorce me if I wrapped up one of those goodies & put it under the xmas tree for him!
Yeah Yoko Ono...you are going to make a FORTUNE selling these clothes to boys
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I like the full thing, its sums up guys really, that's where they want hands yours/theirs/anyones; that arse is where they like arses to sit; stop/go - yeah heaps are too lazy to do more than grunt so why not try signs.
To be perfect it needs a penis on the hood - you know that's what they think with and all that............
Ummm excuse me sir, but is that a scrotum on your jumper? I recon Mr coops would divorce me if I wrapped up one of those goodies & put it under the xmas tree for him!![]()
I think it is a "bum"
But Yeah...scrotum works![]()
Coops! I am truly shocked! Your mind goes straight to the scrotum!
Why, where did yours go?I think I know why, a bloke I work with got the V done last week & I've heard waaaaay to much about balls, scrotums & needles to last me a life time!
hahaha yep my mind went there too, all those years of boys drawing things in the backs of their school books
And truly, is the big V whinge just the worst? MrB had a bandaid on his afterwards! A freakin' bandaid! After giving birth to two enormous boys, I was all out of sympathy.
The big thing was that his wife had deserted him three years earlier for his best friend and he was left to look after three little girls. When he decided to get the little nip, he needed his wife's consent for the operation - apparently the woman he'd been living with for a year wasn't good enough! I was asked if I wanted to be with him while the procedure was done, which was nice, I guess. I chose to sit in the waiting room reading Vogue.
My lad had the big V, watched Fatal Attraction on dvd and the wound burst open! Fright will do that, I guess. Bunny boiler, indeed. More like scrotum exploder!
The big thing was that his wife had deserted him three years earlier for his best friend and he was left to look after three little girls. When he decided to get the little nip, he needed his wife's consent for the operation - apparently the woman he'd been living with for a year wasn't good enough! I was asked if I wanted to be with him while the procedure was done, which was nice, I guess. I chose to sit in the waiting room reading Vogue.