Portsmouth – It all started so innocently. Ala’a was having a birthday meal, and Elli decided this was a prime opportunity to trade stories of sexual shananigans with her girlfriends over dinner. She got so hot under the collar, a raunchy text message to her eager boyfriend was in order, and she duly pumped into her phone all the remarkably rude things she could think of, involving squid, condoms and mile-high clubs. Once finished, she scrolled through the phonebook and pressed SEND. As the text message flitted away into the ether, a look of sheer horror crossed her face…
Guildford – Yours truly was batting about at my girlfriends house, neatly arranging the pile of unread FHMs into a suitable corner, and wondering what on earth to do next. BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. My mobile phone vibrated enticingly. A text message has arrived.
It was from Elli.
Now, I could tell you what the text message said, but I’m FAR too good a friend to tell you all. Aren’t I?
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Bollocks…….. come on let us know what it said!
hmmm, let me guess…..
There was a squid in an aeroplane, it wore condoms on all its tentacles (safe sex is obligatory for such creatures) and it wanted to join the mile high club. But it couldn’t because Elli had got there first…?
i’m sure that was it jac. i do like the new layout.
Almost there, Jac, almost there. And thank you, nikki…
keep that info to your goodself wibbler!
I think it’s a little too late for that… it’s on my fonefun section if you REALLY what to know…!