@ cheekz, remind me to never get on the wrong side of you. Actually, maybe that would be safer than being your mate?

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Lol some of those sound similar to a move I pulled at schoolies… Note this is all theoretical because I was so smashed I can’t remember a thing:

I must have arrived back at my caravan park in time for breakfast (there is a bunch of christians who go to adelaide schoolies each year to help drunk people out… one way is through cooking pancakes), grabbed some pancakes from the christians, probably insulted their beliefs as I walked away, tried to eat said pancakes, thrown up outside cabin (said vomit was found the next day), got mad at my inability to consume and cleverly stashed my remaining pancakes away for later.

After passing out and forgetting the above activities we continued to party our way through schoolies. It was only 3 days later that we noticed our entire cabin was crawling with ants pretty much everywhere. That was when we discovered the first of my two syrup covered morsels tucked away in the pantry. The other was discovered at the bottom of my friends bag where I assume I thought noone would find it.

Thug life.

Very soft story frog, was hoping for some trailer trash sacriligious orgy or something but ended up with a pancake story.
Eitherway, very disappointing, I give you 1 boob squeeze for trying!

Another game we used to play while I lived on campus was “where’s the cheese?”.

Rules were simple. Take one block of cheese and hide it in someones room. Repeat. We had blocks of cheese in play for months at a time.

Lol some of those sound similar to a move I pulled at schoolies… Note this is all theoretical because I was so smashed I can’t remember a thing:

I must have arrived back at my caravan park in time for breakfast (there is a bunch of christians who go to adelaide schoolies each year to help drunk people out… one way is through cooking pancakes), grabbed some pancakes from the christians, probably insulted their beliefs as I walked away, tried to eat said pancakes, thrown up outside cabin (said vomit was found the next day), got mad at my inability to consume and cleverly stashed my remaining pancakes away for later.

After passing out and forgetting the above activities we continued to party our way through schoolies. It was only 3 days later that we noticed our entire cabin was crawling with ants pretty much everywhere. That was when we discovered the first of my two syrup covered morsels tucked away in the pantry. The other was discovered at the bottom of my friends bag where I assume I thought noone would find it.

Thug life.

I remember those guys! Cept they weren’t from adelaide with me, hillsongers, red frog brigade they called themselves. Handed out frogs, made pancakes, cleaned your apartment and accepted abuse. Very handy indeed.

Very soft story frog, was hoping for some trailer trash sacriligious orgy or something but ended up with a pancake story.

Its true, I got way too many pancake stories.

I remember those guys! Cept they weren’t from adelaide with me, hillsongers, red frog brigade they called themselves. Handed out frogs, made pancakes, cleaned your apartment and accepted abuse. Very handy indeed.

Yeah that’s them. Whats their deal? Do they try and convert you when you’re drunk or something?

Very soft story frog, was hoping for some trailer trash sacriligious orgy or something but ended up with a pancake story.

Its true, I got way too many pancake stories.

I remember those guys! Cept they weren’t from adelaide with me, hillsongers, red frog brigade they called themselves. Handed out frogs, made pancakes, cleaned your apartment and accepted abuse. Very handy indeed.

Yeah that’s them. Whats their deal? Do they try and HAVE SEX WITH YOU when you’re drunk/ASLEEP or something?

fixed..

MMMmmmmm drunken butt sex….. don’t you just love waking up with a sore arse with a sloppy condom sliding out the poop chute?

MMMmmmmm drunken butt sex….. don’t you just love waking up with a sore arse with a sloppy condom sliding out the poop chute?

Cheekz, didn’t we agree to never mention that?

It only happened once and that means we’re not ghey alrite!

it always comes back to ghey buttsecks with nelots…

it always comes back to ghey buttsecks with nelots…

It’s almost like a law of the universe.

OK here’s a recent episode. I was cruising round my house naked as I like to do when the corporate world gets me down, when all of a sudden my neighbour pops round to the back door (literal back door – don’t say it nelots!) carrying some oranges. This is a common occurance, she’ll come round and offer some produce every so often because she always has too much. So she looks at me, I look at her, she looks at ‘the hurricane’ (my penis) and starts to freak out. She runs away saying things like “oh im really sorry I didnt know you were nude” etc etc. meanwhile I chase her out and onto the street shouting “WAIT, I want those oranges! It’s nothing to be afraid of! IM A MAAAN!!!!!” I get onto the street where my screaming has attracted some of my other neighbours to see whats going on. With all those eyes I start to lose my nerve and try to cover up. In my desperate attempt to conceal myself i trip over the gutter and fall to the ground. After several minutes of me crying in a naked feeble position another neighbours comes out, puts a sheet on me and takes me back inside.

THUG LIFE.

frog just made this thread epic 😀

it always comes back to ghey buttsecks with nelots…

Awwwww don’t be mad frog, I’d only called you soft due to your recent below par posts………..

Your penis’ name is The Hurricane? Nice. I dubbed mine Doomhammer.