I've had sex with my boyfriend sixty times. Including five times on a church mission trip.

I have no idea how many times I've had sex with my boyfriend.

Seriously...how do you keep track of something like that? Not to mention why? I can see maybe remembering how many times in the past week, but all together? I would either lose count or stop counting because I felt pathetic for keeping track (though I doubt I'd start counting in the first place).

Oh, hmm. I just thought of something. Maybe if you had a certain amount of condoms, and you ran out. That would make more sense. Is that what happened?

Anyway, I was going to try to think of some TMI so I'd stay on topic, but you're all going to have to be content with the "I have no idea how many times I've had sex with my boyfriend" thing, cause I love snoo too much to traumatise her beyond repair in this thread. Carry on.

I used to bite my nails to the point where they were literally flowing with blood, then sit at the back of class and suck them. AND this was before my "morbid" phase. Ick.

I've been slowly but surely picking skin off the tip of my nose following a nasty sunburn. It is a very gross habit, as I've got to stand up every few minutes to brush the dead skin off my clothes.

I'm never leaving you two at home alone ever again. Stes bed shakes like crazy if you so much as sneeze so it would be pretty obvious from my room or the living room if you were up to something. Also I forbid you from ever entering the tent together. That is MY tent you sick people! I refused to do ANYTHING with Dan at download because I knew you were going to be using it soon after so if you taint my tent I will bite you. Hard.

*glare*

Honestly, the reason I count is because my boyfriend said I wouldn't be able to. I'm annoying like that. And it's 61 times now....

I do that as well as bite the skin off around my nails, once my nails started to bleed when I was a at work, which was rather awkward (I work in a kitchin)

Becca! I BLOODY DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See what I said? She's my best friend, and then she pops out with something like that.
You two make me sick.
*cough*
Poor Mike, to be from a state such as Kentucky, where on Church Mission trips people... shag like carpets.

Aus, the entire point of the thread is that it's stuff you don't need to know. Anyway, don't you feel worse for the person my boyfriend was sharing a room with....

There are times when something is even too much information for this thread.

Pfft.....we all know Mike shags like a carpet- and likes it

Crud, now I have to put something in here....hmm...well, I'll be tame and say that I've not done anything sexual in a week and I'm missing it ¬.¬

Heh. Kentucky rules.

I once masturbated to a picture of Zack Braff...

Nope my thread and I say there can never be to much informaiton in it.

I have a hole in my leg at the mo from a moquito bite which I've had for a month and has now gone funny! I'll even take a photo if you ask nicely.

I want a tattoo either on my chest over my breastbone or my side over my ribcage so that I can show my brother, sister-in-law, cousin and cousin-in-law that I can take the pain and even possibly like it.

Ha! I have over a dozen holes in my leg... mostly fireant bites, but some mosquito bites as well... of course they wouldn't be so bad if I could stop picking at 'em... (For those of you in England or Yankee land, be glad that you've been spared Fireant bites... they're not named Fireant because of their color, you know...).

Um... I believe we have those. Little red ants that burn like hell when they bite?

Passionate screams are a huge turn on. Even if they are slightly induced by a little playful pain.

Yep. They're imports from South America, and can't stand the cold, so they mostly stay south of the Frost line, here in the states. Unfortunately, although it does get cold, here, we rarely ever get a hard freeze, so the bloody things run rampant... And, the reason they burn when they bite, is that they spit up stomach acid into the wound. Add that to the fact that they will attack literally anything that happens to be in their path, and you have some seriously monstrous little critters on your hands... sorry for the diatribe, But I have sworn undying vengence on these bugs from Hell, and tend to froth at the mouth about them...

I sometimes dream about how cool it would be to dress as Tragick and beat the living Hell out of another clown and take his/her red nose as a trophy.

I often encourage my friends to have sex on my brother's bed. It's my way of getting back at him for all the times he's said, "You can use my brother's room; it's cool."

There are few parts of my body that I haven't shaved at some point or another.

I shook the lead singer of Ruben's hand, after giving a guy a hand job, with out washing in between...

Yay for hand jobs!

Anyway, I almost bought a dildo whilst in France... it was too expensive, though.

Zack Braff is cute and you know it, Mike. I thought Johnny Depp was kind of sexy pasty white in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...

I waxed one of my legs last week. The girls I was staying with said the dreaded line "girls have a higher pain thresh-hold than men, just take waxing for example." I didn't flinch a bit. *beam*

Butterflies taste with their feet... If humans did this, Odor Eaters would have a much larger market share...

I have fungus in my armpits!

It wasn't just a hand job. And I hadn't known this guy for 24 hours.
And it was the day after the night before.

Look Corey, I'm sick and tired of picking up your balls. Will you be so kind and pick them up or I'll vaccuum them up.

...What?

I masturbated on the plane to Austria! It was really cool... all dangerous and stuff. Might try it again.

I frequently get hit on by jailbait.

Also, my brother was once paid ten bucks to shave his hairy ass. First he shaved one cheek so that he could show everyone the next day. That night, he shaved the other cheek. His hair grew back all gnarly-looking and he has since earned the nickname "The Heinous Anus."

I _totally_ bought a vibrator today.

Go me! It's pink and gel and was 20 Euro. Not a bad find.

Dare I ask where you did find it?

Surely, but firstly ye must give two pieces of way too much information. The first for the post above with no info and the second for the post below when you right the aforementioned wrong

I find the character Dante from the Devil May Cry series highly attractive and often find myself wishing he were real.

I've never found watching the Three Stooges to be even remotely funny... More like painful, actually...

I forgot to bring my leg razor to France with me. My legs are now horrible and hairy and urgh. Oh and my armpits too.

My new tattoo is all gnarly and sick-looking because the scab's falling off. I still put lotion on it, too, making it even gnarlier and skicker-looking.

My armpits and bikini line look really bad, I need urgent waxing.

I am planning to have sex this weekend with this friend of mine that has a HUGE cock.

I called work today saying I was stomach-sick, but in fact I was totally hungover.

For some reason, reading this made me cringe. I'm not sure why.

Last night, my friends went on Google image search to find things to gross eachother out. This included a fishbowl full of diarrhea, pictures of anal warts and lots and lots of vomit.

On multiple occasions, I've had to clean up vomit at mine and my friends' parties. Most memorably, my friend Jay hurled up beer, vodkha, taco and bile (in that order) while lying on our friend's couch in the carport at his house. He then later filled almost an entire bucket with his vomit and was dry heaving until about six in the morning. I cleaned up the vomit with a broom and a bucket of water.

I'm also that guy who holds people's hair back, gets them water and tells them everything will be okay. I've cleaned out many trashcans full of vomit on behalf of my brother, his best frind and his girlfriend.

Ever had red wine vomit on white carpet? Trainer cleaner is the answer all the way.

I smell. Really bad. I've not showered since yesterday but went running this morning... Not pretty.

Fal xXx

Geez. Well, that'll teach me to come in this thread after eating... *urp!*

My friend Matt has a habit of wandering around the neighbourhood after a party. He likes to drink red wine and lots of it. So his usual party trick is to find a white fence or wall and start puking at one end and walk along it puking till its covered in red vom.

What's so special about sleeping with someone who owns a massive rooster?

Well, apart from it being a talking point at farmer's rallies.

"Ar, that cockerel over there be mine. Oi be buyin' im off a chat from Somerset, I be. Ee's a roight foine specimen, inne? We 'ad a bit 'o trub gettin' im in the back o the van loike, but we managed it in t'end with 'elp o Rosmerta. Aye, strappin' lass."

*puffs pipe*

Yesterday, I bought a few pairs of pretty lacy panties for two, very attractive girls (one being my girlfriend) on the condition that they model them for me. It was a good day.

ok...


1- My sister has a french maids outfit, hand cuffs, anal beads, two different vibrators, and a thing which vibrates and goes round the penis under her bed.


2- I once tried to shave off my pubic hair and got a really really bad itchy rash.

Note to self- Shave in the direction of hair growth, not against it...

Okey dokey.

I got my special toy (two now! one for me and one for my partner, assuming.) in a dandy little erotica shop by a carnival in Vienna.

Sounds fun I didn't want one (still don't), was just curious...



I am in an almost constant state of horniness, but have no one to act upon!

The difference between a coffin and a casket-
A casket is rectangular and has a hinged lid.
A coffin is shaped at the shoulders, and has a lid which until screwed down, isn't attatched.

Huh?

Anyway, if you're in a constant state of horniness with no one to act upon, just take matters into your own hands, so to speak.

Anyway, a way too much information thing for me...

I shave my pubic hair.

Have done, doesn't stop it...

Of course not, but it does give temporary relief.

And just out of curiosity, was the coffin thing intended for the useless information depository?

(Sometimes I masturbate in front of a mirror)