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    • #94365
      Lord Wankdust
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      There are any number of healthy outdoor pursuits which we can all enjoy. They are mostly free or pretty cheap. Walking, hiking, fishing and cycling are just four of them which I have done regularly throughout my life and have contributed to making me the happy, healthy and well-balanced individual I am today.
      I thought I might start a new thread here in the hope that, by passing on some of my experiences in outdoor pursuits, the font-lid of my worldy wisdom can be prised open, you all can take your fill and maybe even add your own similar (or different) experiences. Together we might worship at the altar of our own shared wisdom, paddle our feet in the pools of our collective genius and all feel better for the experience.
      Country air is good for you. I grew up on the outskirts of a small West Coast Scottish town and as a small child my parents would take us out for drives and picnics in the country and along the rocky Ayrshire Coastline. However, by my late teens I used to enjoy going out cycling with my girlfriend (Miss T). We were 18 and would pedal excitedly out to exotic locations like Maybole, Kirkoswald and Dalrymple. I recall many memorable excursions in the Indian Summer of 1982. Those warm September days seemed endless. Miss T would don her minidress which she loved cycling in and I would power along on my racing bike beside her. Somehow a beautifully preserved railway viaduct on the B742 near Dalrymple seemed to draw our cycles like a powerful love magnet. Its mystical sex-power would draw our bicycles into the side of the road and beckoned us to explore its many arches.
      The very smallest arch at the far end at the top of the slope seemed to draw us into its shelter every time. Perhaps it was the sex-power of the viaduct, maybe it was her sopping pish flaps chafing on her bike saddle – hey maybe it was a combination of both, I wasn’t questioning the magic. Covered with trees at either side, the enclosed atmosphere would mysteriously induce Miss T to yank her knickers to one side, brace herself against the finely pointed stonework and I’d pound her slimy clunge with my Trouser Mauser. This stand-up, doggy-style ride would continue until I thoroughly ploughed her ladygarden and sprayed my mucky seed in there. She’d wedge a paper hanky in her fud and then we’d get back down to our bikes and continue on our journey. We’d often pop into an Inn in Dalrymple afterwards where I’d have a fresh orange and lemonade, a full-tar cigarette and some Smokey Bacon crisps while Miss T would go to the Ladies Toilet to mop out her sopping twat. Memories… like the corners of my mind…
      Nowadays it’s all XBox this and Facebook that. Very little fresh air. I sometimes despair at the changes in our Society and how these healthy pleasures of yesteryear enriched our young lives and I am glad I was young back then. Other people must have had some experience of healthy outdoor pursuits, please feel free to contribute your own memories or additional suggestions about how more fresh air could improve our lives.

    • #94712
      JMCR
      Participant

      Sopping Pish Flaps.

      The fucking tags are incredible


      @illegalsmile55

      Trouser Mauser = The Male Member.

      See: Beef Bayonet.

      Funny Shit

      • #94728
        illegalsmile55
        Participant

        @redmancuk, check the tags in his other forum threads. I peed myself. 😛
        Hahaha! I just saw the new tags here..spectacular!

        My new favorite is “suppurating clunge”

    • #94722
      Lord Wankdust
      Participant

      I had a lovely GF in my early twenties. We were at Uni together, it was 1986 and she was a sweet English Rose. She was multiply orgasmic and had almost no body hair (not as a result of shaving but she just didn’t grow any). She was into fitness like half-hour warm-up exercises in the morning before breakfast- and I don’t mean fun sexy stuff – I mean press-ups, squat jumps, stretches and shoulder twists and shit. I was as fit as fuck so I was quite happy to go along with the whole thing. She also took up running which I was good at, so we used to run four or five miles along streets of little University town in Northern Ireland where we lived. She also loved a robust bit of jousting with my pork lance. But what she loved best before solid pounding with my corned-beef fencepost was inviting me to “dine at the Y” and as she had a lovely minge I was quite happy to munch her Haddock Pasty, taste the taco, feast on her smooth clams and on one occasion I actually got a Mexican Moustache when she launched Rag Week as I slurped in her love ditch. All well and good I hear you say “But Lord Wankdust, what does this have to do with Health? What lesson will we learn today?”
      Pay close attention. One evening after dinner when the sweet Miss C had performed a world-class hands-free BJ on me and I was twitching on the brink of shivering my timbers, she peeled off her tiny “fairy hammock” panties and motioned for me to lie down. Kipper Souffle was suddenly on the dessert menu and I readied myself for some lovely tasty minge and a world class fuck afterwards. Miss C lowered her quivering splinge onto my mouth and started lightly grinding out a tune on her lady harmonica. She was quite carried away, utterly turned on and was moaning away on her first orgasm as she rocked her pussyburger into my mouth…but there was something really wrong. It tasted really horrible and was very, very wet and in a kinda different way from its usual wet. I was gagging as a manky outflow trickled into my mouth from her lab kebab and I closed my lips trying to stop any more bad cunty-juice getting in. Her love ditch had become a stench trench. I tried to soldier on, breathing through my nose, pursing my lips on her liquorice and hoping she would wriggle out a few quick orgasms and get tired. Eventually I retched and had to push her suppurating clunge off my face and gently explain what the matter was. She said tearfully that she’d had a sore stomach earlier but felt better now. We stopped sex for the evening and she used a big sanitary towel over her rather inflamed looking pink-velvet sausage wallet.
      The following day we met up at lunchtime at the Refectory at University where Miss C explained she’d visited the Medical Centre and a nurse had examined her and spotted something up in her twat. It was a Tampon which had become impacted further up her vagina during her last period the previous week. This had caused a nasty minge infection and been the root cause of her acrid tasting Love Kipper. The nurse said it might help if Miss C used sanitary towels when jogging or doing jumps and squat thrust exercises in future! How we laughed! After a couple of days of gentle cleaning, some antibiotics and rest I can vouch that Miss C’s twat was super-clean again and back to its previous great fresh flavour.
      So a Health Warning to all BG Ladies doing physical exercises like jogging and jumping or squat thrusts. Be careful! Just because you think exercise will make you healthy doesn’t mean it actually will. It could seriously make your minge very stinky and sore if you wear Tampons when you exercise.

      • #94729
        illegalsmile55
        Participant

        I’m giggling like an idiot. I read it three times. 😀

    • #94736

      Now that you say it like that. It makes me remember that friendships even as young kids were more adventurous. I know and have known for a while that kids dont get out much nowadays. But, i remember even as a kid me and my friends would here a spooky, scary, or interesting story about some place or one of us would meet a new friend and we would all hop on our bikes and go explore abandoned places. We would go outside and play different sports or go to the park. Then sometimes we would put all pur change together and buy a box of chicken or whatever we could afford and eat together. Never did we really even call eachother on the phone we would just show up at eachothers houses. I lived in the city but still, there was just more activities we enjoyed as genuine friends that really knew eachother. Not just what we posted about ourselves on SC and FB while playing video games all day. I enjoyed your story and it seems alot more exciting than mine but there is an underlying similarity between them

    • #94759
      thedre
      Participant

      For myself, the best, and Healthy Outdoor Pursuit is a blanket laid out in the middle of a 4ft. high grassy field, a bottle of wine, and a nice, and long lasting 69er. Making sure to hold back a couple of times before getting off together. Than we race off to the nearest Chinese Food Joint, and have a feast! Them were the good old younger days! 🙂

    • #94760
      thedre
      Participant

      The H.P.V. (Human Papillomavirus) is spreading like wildfire lately, with a 50% increase in men getting mouth, and throat cancer from it, as opposed to only a 20% increase in Women getting infected. The cause is thought to be from having anal sex, then vaginal sex, then oral sex all in the same sex session. Fucking Gross Man, and this is why God lays his wrath on the people who love to perform these perverted acts.

    • #94761
      Lord Wankdust
      Participant

      In my capacity as a “Health Specialist” and “Lifestyle Advisor” for Best Gore I would suggest to all Best Gore members that anyone’s anus is strictly a one-way-street to funnel out the really bad stuff which your body doesn’t want, cannot use and refuses to hold onto for very valid Evolutionary Health Reasons. It is rather like a sluggish backwater in a river (or in the USA… a creek). Nothing nice really lives there, its kinda stinky and you don’t wanna be spending any time in it.

      I would agree with @thedre that an appetizer of oral followed by a respectful, consenting and fully participatory main course of rampant thrusting between a Spam Javelin and Pink-Velvet Sausage Wallet is the real deal. I do appreciate pressure of time and circumstance can mean that occasionally one has to have the starter as a main course. Of course choking the chicken or tickling the trout are usually the only way to find relief in the workplace.
      I appreciate the reference to outdoor field-work which @thedre endorses. One of my long-past GFs suffered from hayfever which would make thedre’s favourite long grassy fields a no-no for some of us, but that doesn’t rule out forestry or high altitude outdoor fun. Fresh Air, exercise and outdoors is what it is all about.

      • #94762
        thedre
        Participant

        Lol, ha,ha! You, my friend @LordWankdust are too funny, and very entertaining to say the least. Although you speak the truth for the most part, you do it with flair, and style, not to mention a decent helping of brilliant comedy, to top it all off. I will start calling you Dr. Lord Wanker from this day forward, as anybody who is down, or upset, cannot possibly remain so after reading one of your hilarious, and well delivered comments. Hats off to you my good B-G Brother. 🙂

        • #94767
          itsplaster
          Participant

          Wow, guys who do not demand anal? That’s so rare and awesome.

    • #94772
      Lord Wankdust
      Participant

      @itsplaster

      I value my penis too much to dip it in a tunnel of shit. Imagine forcing one’s clean, proud and robust cock with its sticky, throbbing purple warhead into a shit-smeared, stinking arse dungeon when a woman’s lovely soft bearded clams are chattering and beckoning a gentle seafoody welcome instead? Festering little chunks of turd will rattle down a guy’s Urethra Frankling and causes all sorts of bacterial build-up, festering, rotting and destructive infections inside the pork sword. What a way to treat your finest Weapon of Peace?
      What kind of poisonous-cocked, turd-lover is going to want a dangling prolapsed arse on his woman? A few poundings up the jacksie from a few meaty love missiles will leave any lady’s arsehole about as tight as a polo neck jumper round a fairly small Aubergine or Yam. The sphincter muscle is just gonna have no grip on itself or the fresh(ish) air it actually encloses. Once that mineshaft has been opened a few times Smaug, Bilbo, the fucking dwarves, the Elves… in fact the fucking Five Armies and Laketown could pass through her ringpiece without troubling the sides.
      Think about it, if a guy tells an arse-ripped woman a funny story, her sagging shitlocker is gonna be so fucking loose and rattly that she’ll shit herself if she coughs let alone laughs. If he’s fucking her robustly up the cunt and she wrestles out an orgasm or three, her arse will squeeze out a flurry of turds like some kinda Diarrhea Shitstorm Supernova. Imagine going to bed with that? She’d have to change the sheets every night and probably wear nappies (USA=diapers) permanently.

      Don’t think I am some guy choosing to shoot down something I haven’t actually tried. My third GF once gently and repeatedly backed her rusty sheriff’s badge on to my basalt column until I was bollock-deep. She wanted to try it, I hadn’t suggested it and I wasn’t allowed to move, twitch or thrust. After she’d flicked her liquorice a few times and squeezed herself a lemony orgspasm or two, I was told “Get your cock out!” which I did with a hissing kinda “Pop!” like a champagne cork. I didn’t like anal at all plus… I was almost knocked out by the smell of her shit from my cock. I immediately went to her mum’s Avacado Bathroom Sink and lathered up my boner with Timotei Shampoo (it was the 1980s) in an attempt to try and take the stink off it. That was the one and only time I had my cock in an anus and it will be the last.

      It is a delight to slide your rod right up into a lady’s welcoming fishbox and stir the Herring. Who would want to dip their rod in a sewer?

      Be healthy!

      • #94775
        itsplaster
        Participant

        Hmm, I know a lot users think you’re funny … anyway. I have no urge to do anal either. It seems like all porn is anal now so finding men who don’t care for it is rare. You’re right, it’s not very healthy.

        • #94777
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

          I think you’re funnier Plaster. 🙂

        • #94835
          illegalsmile55
          Participant

          @1purple8
          This is how I imagine you

          😀

        • #94839
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

          What, as the Blower’s daughter, or as the lonely homey on stage? The Blower’s daughter I’m guessing. What the fuck is a Blower? 😁

        • #94845
          illegalsmile55
          Participant

          @1purple8

          Hahaha…it was a compliment, I promise. I have no clue who, or what, the Blower is, except he’s a father to a daughter…and..he blows. 😀

        • #94846
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

          That makes sense. Well I know it was a compliment, that goes without saying! Think of me always whenever you hear The Blower’s Daughter.

        • #94847
          illegalsmile55
          Participant

          He does an awesome cover of Creep.

        • #94857
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

        • #94858
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

          Rice sucks really.

        • #94901
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

          It’s good apart from the suicidal thoughts that follow.

      • #94783
        KuntKopter
        Participant

        What a wonderful read. Now I can’t get that ” pop! ” outta my head lol 😆

      • #94793
        CryBaby
        Participant

        You can do anal enema as part of the foreplay if you’re concerned with shit. There’s a lot of filth in vaginas too, fyi. But the part you completely missed is the tender pain anal sex delivers. What’s the point of fucking a whore if you don’t make her hurt?

        • #94829
          Lord Wankdust
          Participant

          No problem CryBaby. However I am not concerned with shit as I am uninterested in travelling in the shit canal. Enjoy your shit CryBaby. Some guy’s idea of marvellous sex is sticking their cock up a whore’s anus in order to enjoyably hurt her, plus that “tender” act involves the guy performing a warm water enema before he goes in… CryBaby enjoy yourself. Anal fissures sure don’t heal themselves and I don’t suppose you hang around with your “whore” long enough afterwards to sort out the antibiotics or pay for the arse surgery and sphincter reconstruction. I find your speciality is a bit niche, unhealthy and shit-fixated for me. There are those who are anally-fixated on their own bumholes and then there are those who are fixated on other people’s poop chutes and their contents, flavours and textures… However, CryBaby, whichever way you look at it, the anus is a refuse chute and if you “perform” an enema on it then you only get a refuse chute which has had warm water passed along it. Fairly wakes up the bacteria does warm water. You’d really need very hot bleach and a steel-wool scouring pad and plenty of elbow grease (right up to your elbow by the way) to get that kinda bacteria laden-surface really clean, and then it would only be clean briefly before the body pumped some bacteria-soaked fart-gas and turd-juice along the pipes to brew up another batch of rancid anal streptococcal bacterial filth.
          You only get filth in vaginas if you shove a shitty dick in them, disease them with a diseased dick or actually shit in the vagina itself (I understand this is a niche turd-lover’s act of sexual delight). Otherwise vaginas are one of Nature’s Wonders… a delightful 28-day, self-cleaning, muscular tidal pool of delicious sea food, verdant fronds and enticing currents.
          Rancid turdy canal or beautiful marine pool? I know where I use my rod.

        • #94831
          itsplaster
          Participant

          Self-cleaning. See, Wankdust, I don’t think your “colorful” commentary is entertaining but I like that you do have correct knowledge on this subject. Of course, I know you delight others with your wording and it’s good to see people laugh. Crude comedy has never been my thing, be it you or someone world famous. It’s nothing personal. I don’t think you’re too worried about that though. Carry on with your graphic anal sex educational information.

        • #94832
          illegalsmile55
          Participant

          At the risk of being called a man-ass-kisser, I love his commentary. I laugh every time. Its not rude or derogatory, not to me anyway. “Colorful” was a nice way to refer to it. I have a twisted sense of humor, like Lord Wankorama, plus, we’re close in age…he gets me. 😉

        • #94920
          itsplaster
          Participant

          @illegalsmile55 I’m sincerely glad a lot of people find him funny. I really am. I’m pretty sarcastic and dry which doesn’t always translate well. I think “colorful” was exactly the right word. And I don’t think you kiss anyone’s ass, ever. 😉

        • #94922
          illegalsmile55
          Participant

          @itsplaster
          I didn’t mean to infer that you might call me a ass kisser, seems I got thrown into the fray the other day when there was a woman vs man going on. A female member made a remark about other female members kissing ass to the male members she didn’t agree with. Do I know she was referring to me? No. There was only a few of us women commenting in that post, and I actually think it was directed at Despy, but since I like her, and I don’t believe any of us gals kisses man ass, I figured I’d throw that out there.
          Though….there is one special guy I’d like to ass kiss. Then I’ll make him a a sammich. 😀

        • #94923
          itsplaster
          Participant

          @illegalsmile55 I was teasing ya anyway. 😉 Oh, I think can guess who sammich man is. Mmm,hmm

        • #94924
          illegalsmile55
          Participant

          Haha…is it that obvious? I can’t help it! He’s so frigging funny!

        • #94837
          Lord Wankdust
          Participant

          @itsplaster I honestly am not on here to entertain you or anyone else and I’ll express myself in any way I choose. There is nothing “colorful” (sic) about me describing a horny woman as having a “fish mitten fizzing at the bung”, it is merely a colloquialism in my home county (a small shire beyond Roxburghshire in the Scottish Borders). And “colorful” is properly spelt “colourful” over here. Just because the lowest common denominator is easier digested by many people whose idea of fine dining is an all you can eat deep-fried buffet doesn’t mean the rest of us digest our vocabulary that way. I think some people on here have such a limited vocabulary that it makes almost any discussion redundant before it starts. I have seen forum responses which read “Enjoy whore bitch retard” with an emogee of a smiley face with dark glasses. What is that? Is it people tapping on phones quicker than they can wake their brain and begin thinking? Sometimes threads and comments on videos can be about fifty of those kinda phrases in a row…

          Like many educated on my side of The Pond where the English language, Latin, French and German were born (and I can speak three of those fluently and read comfortably in all four). I don’t communicate with phrases like “Yoh Bitch, show me yo’ pussehhh… Whassup?”. And I understand the less erudite on the other side of the pond from me often cannot sustain a thought and express it in terms longer than a single sentence, a short catchphrase or do it more easily by simply clicking a symbol (thumbs up/ down, like/ dislike). That does nothing for me. I don’t engage with my world that way. Many people on here use very limited forms of expression simply because of their limited education and limited vocabulary. But I don’t feel any need to comment on them as I realise that is the basic level at which those people are condemned to forever communicate and express themselves. Thank goodness for my fine Primary and Secondary School Teachers who blessed me with a good Scottish Poetic Vocabulary and the sensitivity to know how and when to use it.

          You have mentioned my terms of expression in a number of your posts pointing out how it is not to your taste… anyway… you say it is nothing personal, well personally I have nothing against your own, at times, confused forum postings and that is nothing personal. Please continue on your merry way. I might well get used to the taste of your flavour.

          I need to get back to this “Healthy Outdoor Pursuits” theme now. I have a Seaside and Historical sites allegorical tale about Erectile Dysfunction which will be of comfort to many as it features a priapism you could hang a brace of Haggis on and a woman suffering from some Rubbie Burns (a Scottish Borders colloquialism which onomatopoeically combines Scotland’s National Bard and a cock-chafed minge) as well as being set in the Healthy Outdoors of Bonnie Scotland.., Goodnight Lassie – it is half past ten at night here in Scotland and I need to go and iron my kilt as school starts back tomorrow!

        • #94877
          itsplaster
          Participant

          Give someone credit for creating enjoyment for others, get long novel questioning the intelligence of an entire country. I won’t make that mistake again. This is the only time I noted someone for their style when I personally didn’t care for it. And the last time. Taken completely wrong. Lesson learned: don’t bother pointing out merit in things that are outside your own comfort zone. Keep your mind closed.
          No worries, wanker, I won’t give you credit for entertaining anyone again. Defensive and sensitive – everybody is so saturated with these. Every body.

        • #94902
          Muja Mi Rona
          Participant

          You gave me a laugh out loud moment there Plaster.

        • #94919
          Lord Wankdust
          Participant

          I didn’t “question the intelligence of an entire country” I only pointed out that I didn’t complain or find fault with “the less erudite on the other side of the pond”. That is not an “entire country” just the less erudite citizens who have more limited forms of expression. And there are more countries than Haiti on the other side of the pond so don’t mistakenly think I was targetting the entire country of Haiti. You seemed to take that very personally and to heart… you shouldn’t do that to yourself. I said nothing of the sort, I referred to a minority of the “less erudite” and pointed out that I wasn’t complaining about them. That is not an “questioning the intelligence of an entire nation” plus I never even mentioned Haiti in the first place. Please calm yourself as you have shat in your handbag again.

          As I said I’m not looking for your credit for my entertaining of anyone. I don’t care for any “credit” you might deign to bestow upon me. I’ve heard some people like your “credit” stuff… anyway… Please continue on your merry way.

        • #94921
          itsplaster
          Participant

          Okay, grumpy. Such long replies. Sheesh. Remember? I don’t carry a handbag? It’s more like a unisex, backpack type thing. Why do people say continue on your merry way? Just a saying, I’m sure. Because I obviously hang out here and have for quite awhile. And I may reply to you in the future. Why don’t you move forward? That fits better. You took some dry-humored, non-vicious remarks FAR too seriously. Some people will make these “I don’t care what you think” responses but the effort put forth says otherwise. Please calm yourself. You really are caring way too much about some very non-threatening comments. Oh yeah, this is @LordWankdust (don’t know your official @ username and never use it but you get it.)

        • #94927
          thedre
          Participant

          @LordWankdust Yourself, and i have much in common my man. I also find anal sex very disgusting, dirty, and extremely perverted.

    • #94801
      Hate Crackers
      Participant

      any white women wanna 🙂

      • #94833
        illegalsmile55
        Participant

        Is your avi 2 whores kissing a turd? Its blurry.

        • #94926
          Lucythepoosy
          Spectator

          Hahaha, illegal…. but he can count to 89, the number of married hoes he has polluted: so he must own an abacus or something….

        • #94937
          thedre
          Participant

          Talk about having bad or “shit” breath @illegalsmile55 lol.

    • #96804
      Lord Wankdust
      Participant

      Back in the late 1980’s I lived in Glasgow with Miss D. Her clunge was a marvel and her appetite for my love missile was only matched by my own extended ability to boney-maroney. We spent a few years together before she exited South with me left holding our collective financial debts like some sad loser in nasty game of Musical Chairs. However before things turned septic we had some great times. The most memorable featured many Healthy Outdoor Pursuits and involved a lovely holiday on an island off the West Coast of Scotland.
      The sun shone and most days we would hire a little boat and row out into this bay. We rented the boat from the little brown hut in the centre of the picture.

      https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@55.5776044,-5.1498302,3a,75y,342.34h,97.86t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1scl-9Y0BZ-nvPpFbuygzK9g!2e0!7i13312!8i6656?hl=en

      Miss D had a couple of nice holiday summery dresses which she would wear. I would be wearing my khaki shorts and we’d row a few hundred yards out and watch seals and the occasional Porpoise swim by. We’d usually spark up a couple of fat boys and watch our hashish smoke drift over the calm water. A few smokes used to really stoke her boiler and what with the sea air, outdoor breezes, Fulmars, Gannets and Herring Gulls lazily flying past… before I knew what was happening I’d have my love truncheon out and she’d be noshing like there was no tomorrow.
      Because we were a few hundred yards from shore there were no onlookers and no-one could see what was going on in our little rowing boat. After an oral pre-amble, Miss D would get on all fours on the bottom of the boat and I’d pipe the salami into her fish-box bigstyle. Sometimes on a very calm day we would find that we were actually sending out substantial bow-waves from our rampant thrustings which might have drawn attention to our Healthy Outdoor Pursuit but thankfully no-one phoned the Coastguard or seemed to take any notice.
      There was one occasion when we did have a mishap. Miss D had decided to forego the usual doggystyle and had instead simply yanked her panties to one side, backed onto me and impaled her lovely quim on my pork lance as I perched on one of the rowing boat’s cross-seats. Her little summery dress was no obstacle and she simply ground her hungry snatch onto my love missile until she was belting through her vinegar strokes. We were both facing onto the mountains which occupy the Northern half of the island and the blissful Summer Breeze wafted scents of Scots Pine, Dog Rose, Wild Honeysuckle and Warm Fish across our nostrils as we edged closer to shivering our collective timbers. I was in no rush and could have quite happily sat immersed in her minge for the rest of the afternoon. She was rubbing out a cheeky little lemony orgspasm on her liquorice when there was a thud. We had drifted right back inshore and were nudging against the jetty by the boathouse. Miss D quickly stood up, sorted her dress and I tucked my beef bayonet into my shorts. Miss D took the oars and rowed us back to the boat’s jetty mooring as it was pretty much time for us to come back in anyway. When she stood up from the little wooden cross-seat she had been sat rowing on, she had left a big gooey snail-trail from her sopping twat. We gave the oars back in at the boathouse and left.
      The Myface and Spacebook generation have missed out on a lot.

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