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… nothing for ages and then a whole lot come along together…
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I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
Messages: 13796
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I remember the Number Nine as a naval pill to cure constipation.
Directions: Sit on pan. Take tablet. Do not be tempted to stand up for a long time.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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You weren't in the navy were you, Timmy? I always thought it the least vicious of the three services and that sounds worse than the treatment for a drunken sailor!
(Which I was, on one or two occasions!)
Love,
Anthony
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