Just been listening to the fabulous Dosecast from Hirsty, Danny and JoJo (http://www.galaxyyorkshire.co.uk/) and they're talking about a couple of lesbians getting caught "at it" in Hebden Bridge. Now as every right thinking man in the world knows, lesbians are great! They rule! I agree with Danny on the subject and when I assume my place as President of the New UK after the revolution, lesbians will recieve tax breaks.
Anyway, they did a phone-in on times you've been caught and it reminded me of a time I was very nearly caught out!
It was with my ex who lived in the country. She'd been away on holiday and so I went up to see her at her parents' house. After a spot of tea we went for a walk in the fields round the back of the village. One thing led to another and a bit of au-naturel was sampled!
So we went back to the house, she went upsatair to sort herself out before giving me a lift home and I went into the front room to chat to her dad. After a few minutes I got up to make a brew but noticed there was a new little mark on their nice white leather sofa. A little investigation revealed what the mark was. There was a lump of sheep shit in my hair...which had rubbed on the sofa.
A bit of cheeky cleaning with the elbow sorted it out and I don't think the parents were ever any the wiser....unless of course they're reading this...in which case it was all her fault!
Anyway, they did a phone-in on times you've been caught and it reminded me of a time I was very nearly caught out!
It was with my ex who lived in the country. She'd been away on holiday and so I went up to see her at her parents' house. After a spot of tea we went for a walk in the fields round the back of the village. One thing led to another and a bit of au-naturel was sampled!
So we went back to the house, she went upsatair to sort herself out before giving me a lift home and I went into the front room to chat to her dad. After a few minutes I got up to make a brew but noticed there was a new little mark on their nice white leather sofa. A little investigation revealed what the mark was. There was a lump of sheep shit in my hair...which had rubbed on the sofa.
A bit of cheeky cleaning with the elbow sorted it out and I don't think the parents were ever any the wiser....unless of course they're reading this...in which case it was all her fault!
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