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Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Brighton & Motherfucking Hove
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Oct 28th, 2005, 07:18 PM
I remember being in a pub a few years ago, and this guy in his late thirties-ish came in, looking slightly dishevelled. He was wearing tracksuit bottoms and no underwear because he just obviously had the most jaw droppingly humoungous cock in the southern counties.
It was obvioulsy freakishly large, clearly visible from the 20 feet or so me and my friends were sitting from him. Thing was, he was on his own, and just stood there uncomfortably drinking a pint on his own for half an hour. It seemed to me, that the this poor guy's only hope of starting any kind of interaction was based solely on 'I have no friends, but look, I have a freakishly large penis'. It had obviously become this unremarkable, lonely chap's only defining characteristic. It was all he had to give to the world.
It was disturbing and depressing. He left on his own - anyone who noticed, particularly the females present, were visibly freaked out. Think on. Careful what you wish for.
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I don't get it. I mean, why did they fuck with the formula? Where are the car songs? There's only one song about surfing and it's a downer!
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