Why I had to buy a plastic bum.
I blame computer speak. I typed ROFLMFAO. (Rolling on the floor laughing my fucking arse off). Fell of my chair. Onto the floor. Got up. Only to find. My bum was gone. It had fallen off too. I'd laughed the fucking thing off. Literally! Computer speak is real. Be very careful. Take it seriously. The consequences of not? My pants kept slipping off. With no lovely bum cheeks to hold them up? What else was going to happen? I needed a new bum. No idea. Tried the Yellow Pages online. Not happy Jan! Finally found an adult sex shop. Fought off eighteen gay men to buy the only plastic bum left. And stuck some fluff to it. Gays and Straights? Opposites.












Straight as a dye as always, man ...
David ...
*grins*
W
Ars Poetica
but congratulations on the purchase of your new placky butt...
~Lily
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Mal
I've never liked camping in tents. Or drinking chips from a bottle.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Mal
What are they doing with the old one? I quite like it. As it is. I'll miss the Old Man and the jumping cow.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Mal
The fluff is as detachable as a detachable penis. I will remove it just for you.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Mal
IRWAO. (I'm really worried about you).
U-Turn & Re-Turn to where you are.
Mal.
The dish ran away with the spoon.
Ars Poetica
I'm sorry, but the title of this post is making me rofl...
~Lily