Wax
Last night I was reading while the bird was sleeping. I was doing this by the light of two candles. About 2am I was finished and went for a piss. I returned and decided to call it quits for the night and blow out the candles. Let me describe the candles, they were the type that are in a glass. Anywhoo, instead of bending down to blow them out, I used the lazy method of wafting my hand near them. One went out but when I went to do the other one, my hand caught the edge of the glass and instantly the flame went out plunging the room into darkness. Nano seconds later I felt excruciatingly hot wax cover my stomach, cock, balls and legs. I let out a scream. Of course it was pitch black and the bird wakes up saying what’s wrong, what’s wrong. I stumbled to the light, nearly slipping on the wax covered floor and switched it on. There I was, bollock naked, my genital region absolutely drenched in wax, like I’d taken a load from a bull elephant.
She laughed for about an hour. In the morning she woke up and laughed.
It’s a real pain getting wax off hairy balls.
I can’t help but think that this is a hastily imagined backstory to what in reality was an ill-advised ‘fur-free’ new look for Mormanki’s nether regions.
Absolutely Mav, never heard so much bluff, guff & bluster in all my days! My money is on an ill fated attempt at resurrecting ‘Wine Club’.
Wine Club? Do tell….
Wine Club is moving to Edinburgh!
Who’s in?
Just to re-iterate a point and to avoid any confusion, this was an unfortunate accident and nothing untoward was happening whatsoever.
Wine Club. Hmm what’s to tell…
It started off as an interesting sojourn into the world of red wine. It ended in relationships being torn asunder and careers being smashed to smithereens on a sofa covered in urine.
Wine Club? I’m in!