Post by montez on Feb 7, 2011 9:13:12 GMT
Dear Endive,
I think all the fetishes should be categorised separately.
I used to have a chatline (0898 nos) in the UK, so had my eyes opened by some real weirdos (many of them professional people - judges, magistrates, solicitors, accountants etc.!)
You should have seen some of the photographs sent in - it's strange what some people do in their spare time - ugly blokes dressed in rubber, with bananas sticking out of their arse'oles ; others dressed only in nappies, and soiling them, others strapped naked to a contraption and being whipped ; naked blokes crawling around the floor barking ; we even had one bloke who phoned my ex (yes, she worked as well) every day, to urge her to slag off his wife, so he could then lambast the ex and defend his wife's cause!
On a more serious note, there should be a section for the crap wot William Javelinthrower started - sonnets, as I know a lot of people who only write in this ridiculous format.
Lorra lorra luv,
Rubens.
PS I once had a bloke who found out the address of our offices, and camped outside because he'd fallen in love with a huge fat slag who worked for me (she was 30 stones, and stank to high heaven - I had to buy her a special chair to sit on, and she used to urine it on the night shift! It ended happily - the fat slag married this odd-looking skinny wimp!)
I think all the fetishes should be categorised separately.
I used to have a chatline (0898 nos) in the UK, so had my eyes opened by some real weirdos (many of them professional people - judges, magistrates, solicitors, accountants etc.!)
You should have seen some of the photographs sent in - it's strange what some people do in their spare time - ugly blokes dressed in rubber, with bananas sticking out of their arse'oles ; others dressed only in nappies, and soiling them, others strapped naked to a contraption and being whipped ; naked blokes crawling around the floor barking ; we even had one bloke who phoned my ex (yes, she worked as well) every day, to urge her to slag off his wife, so he could then lambast the ex and defend his wife's cause!
On a more serious note, there should be a section for the crap wot William Javelinthrower started - sonnets, as I know a lot of people who only write in this ridiculous format.
Lorra lorra luv,
Rubens.
PS I once had a bloke who found out the address of our offices, and camped outside because he'd fallen in love with a huge fat slag who worked for me (she was 30 stones, and stank to high heaven - I had to buy her a special chair to sit on, and she used to urine it on the night shift! It ended happily - the fat slag married this odd-looking skinny wimp!)
