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OK this had been a family thread until you brought up self fellation. So now you should feel compelled to tell us the other things he convinced you try and not do. It's a standard cellar penalty, ask anyone. And welcome to the cellar.
Ahhhhh, the stories, the stories. Too dire to tell, methinks. Ånd perhaps the most dire of them all is... Reader, I married him. At four in the morning, with no celebrant, his drummer as bishop and drummers' girlfriend as maid of honour. An illegal blood letting ceremony with (!!!Thank All The Stars In Heaven And Every Beneficient Entity!!!) nothing legally binding us together.
And once we did the deed at a gig. In the middle of the crowd. I had a short skirt on. I don't THINK anyone noticed. So maybe we weren't doing it right?
Ahhhh.... The stories, the stories. Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll... but no bananas.
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