Finger length query

luka

Well-known member
craner and edmund both have long skinny weirdly knobbly fingers. im not sure if theyre ring is longer than their index though.
 

woops

is not like other people
in the event of a flame war with @Corpsey all i'd have to do would be to suggest we settle it in person / make peace over several peace pints in a pub and he'd immediately stop replying to the thread.
 

woops

is not like other people
besides i have openly insulted and mocked him many times and he agrees with all of it
 
in the event of a flame war with @Corpsey all i'd have to do would be to suggest we settle it in person / make peace over several peace pints in a pub and he'd immediately stop replying to the thread
You can’t plan it for weeks, you have to just happen to be at the same event, totally accidentally, and then just walk up and say you are corpsey, what a coincidence look at us both here! Isn’t this fantastic!
 
What makes it all weirder is that I’ve also been in his house while he wasn’t there. And was told it was his house and I said yes I know him from the internet. And I looked around the house, taking it all in, absorbing the decor and the mess and the media choices. So this is how he lives.
 

luka

Well-known member
What makes it all weirder is that I’ve also been in his house while he wasn’t there. And was told it was his house and I said yes I know him from the internet. And I looked around the house, taking it all in, absorbing the decor and the mess and the media choices. So this is how he lives.
give us a full intimate description
 
It was a fairly non-descript semi-detached in Bristol. I went there after a party in Thekla, we didn’t stay long because my girlfriend at the time was tired. I went to the toilet upstairs and as I stood at the top of the stairs ready to go back down to her and leave, the thought struck me that I had a once in a lifetime opportunity. There were people talking shit and doing lines in most of the rooms but one bedroom had the door shut, no lock though. I thought to myself as I approached Corpsey’s room, ‘this is a bit much isn’t it?’ But then another voice said, ‘you may never get this chance again…’ and with that I turned the knob, but immediately felt resistance. I pushed the door a little ajar, and noticed it was blocked by piles and piles of clothes, rubbish, old magazines. Then I was struck with the undeniable pong of boy. The curtains were drawn, so it was all quite murky, but I made out silhouettes, mounds of clothes, rubbish from takeaways, a greasy homemade bong, and a bare mattress. And there on that mattress lay something I can’t bring myself to write down. It’s actually quite difficult to think about. I’ve tried to push it from my in the years since. But I froze. I mouthed a silent fuck. I didn’t know what to do next. And then I heard my girlfriend’s voice, ‘Yo, what are you doing? And fuck what’s that smell?’ ‘Sorry’ I said. ‘It’s nothing. I ….. thought this was the bathroom. But we need to leave. Now.’
 
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