Barcon
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BlueBearBoots said:
That's what she said.
BlueBearBoots said:
rushts said:Pelly Greeny said:rushts said:I had an awful time one evening, when i saw the devil. It was in my room staring at me and grinning. It was the stereotypical devil ie red face, horns etc.. I honestly thought i was going to die and screamed out to my mum and dad in the next room but i couldn't get my words out. It got to a point where i gave up and in my mind said ' if you are going to take me, just do it'. I've never been more frightened in my life. The only thing i could put it down to was that i still had some LSD in my system.
Yeah yeah, go on then what happened
He was just about to shove his throbbing love length up my virginal balloon knot, when he said...
sorry love you look like Russel Brand in that wig, i can't do it.....
Did it cause a phantom pregnancy?BlueBearBoots said:
My Dad trained on Lancasters late in the war at Hemswell, it wasn't him he survived.MaineRoadBlue said:I haven't but a close friend certainly did.
I was serving in the Army at Kirton Lindsey in Lincolnshire and some of the married soldiers were quartered at a remote place called Hemswell (ex wartime RAF Hemwell Cliff) which was 6 miles south. It really was pretty bleak and the only facility there was a 'Family's Bar' that was one room in what was the old Medical Centre.
A problem arose when on 3 occasions the building was broken into and the Fruit Machine robbed. The Regimental Sergeant Major decreed that a soldier from the guard would sleep in the bar each night to prevent further break ins.
First up was my best pal and once the bar emptied at 11pm he closed all the doors, locked himself in the bar and got into his sleeping bag that was put on the long bar seats.
He had not long been asleep when he heard noises from the main hallway area which lay the other side of the doors he had closed to lock himself in the bar. Thinking he was going to catch the serial thief he got out if his sleeping bag and moved towards the door. Upon opening the door, rather than be greated with the expected presence of a thief he found himself staring at a man stood in an RAF Flying Suit!
Not wanting to conduct any conversation and realizing this wasn't anything normal my friend turned and ran through the bar before kicking open the fire door and running to the nearest house in a blind panic!
He would not return to the bar and was signed if sick with stress for 2 weeks. Worse still was the piss taking he took thereafter.
Thing is that a few weeks later it was confirmed that the building had once housed a morgue where dead airman (mainly tail gunners who'd been shot) were often stored upon returning from flying missions.
Till this day he has refused to change his story and is steadfast that he saw a ghost!
That was a snowman.Barcon said:I have had sex with one.
BlueBearBoots said:Ban-jani said:BlueBearBoots said:So someone doesn't believe the same as you so they are stupid?
Correct.
Well if you aim that question at me and not McManus ;-)
You checked under your bed yet? :p
Ban-jani said:BlueBearBoots said:Ban-jani said:Correct.
Well if you aim that question at me and not McManus ;-)
You checked under your bed yet? :p
You're not there are you?
dronefromsector7g said:That was a snowman.Barcon said:I have had sex with one.
Barcon said:I have to apologize. I misread the thread title and just shot my mouth off to soon.
It was a goat, not a ghost.