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Originally Posted by Sundae Girl
Talking secrets - although I may have said this before - I once stuck a love-rival's ring (jewellery) up my arse (ring). And the handle of her hairbrush. I laughed for ages about whether she would wonder what the faint whiff was. Served her right for leaving them in his bedroom.
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I'm sat in the entrance hall at school hawking scrip and reading the cellar between sales. I'm not reading some stuff, just in case. I think I shouldn't have read that. I snorted so loudly and it was just when the there was a lull in the talking from the group working on anatomy right near me. My belly's still jiggling with the aftershocks