no. i have no preference. i myself have a virgin bush. not very thick, but it's been with me, unscathed, since puberty.
alan, you went down instead of up, so ... 52
in 3 years you've told us nothing about yourself, and yet you see fit to ask us a very personal question.
fucking wanker.
no
will you continue to wear a mask once your state/country says you don't have to?
i've had a title, 668, the neighbour of the beast, for a week. if i can add to that in the next few hours i'll submit it.
i am married to a psychic.
three wishes
i was drinking in the back bar of my local, chatting to the barmaid, when a man came in and sat at the middle bar, accompanied by an ostrich and a grey persian cat. the barmaid asked what they wanted. the ostrich asked for a pint of guinness and the man wanted a large whiskey. the cat said, "i'll have a pint of lager but i ain't fucking paying for it." "and one for yourself," said the man. "that will be 5 pounds 14," said the barmaid, and the man pulled some money from his pocket and set it on the bar. the barmaid counted it out, 5 pounds 14 exactly. later the man asked the landlord for a round. a guinness, a large scotch and "a pint of lager but i ain't fucking paying for it." "and whatever you are drinking, sir." "thank you, i'll have a large bells. that will be 6 pounds 45." the man took some money from his pocket and set it on the bar, unchecked. the landlord picked it up, 6 pounds 45. suddenly a cheer came from the main bar. arsenal had won an important game in europe. "landlord, drinks for the house are on me." even above the commotion i heard, "but i ain't fucking paying for it." the tally came to 48 pounds 20, and the man placed 48 pounds 20 unchecked on the bar. when the hubbub had died down i moved next to the man and asked did he mind if i enquired about the trick with the exact money. this was his story.
"a couple of years ago i was cleaning out an attic when i found a dusty, tarnished old lamp. i rubbed it with the sleeve of my sweater to see if it was worth restoring when a plume of mist emerged from the spout and coalesced into a genie, just like the ones from my books as a kid. i was startled, but not frightened. the genie told me i could have three wishes, but to think about them carefully. the first thing i asked for was an aston martin dbs vantage. it had to be legally mine. the genie told me it would take a few days to arrive, but it was mine. i thought hard about the second wish, because it had to be practical and future proof as much as possible. i wanted to be able to reach into my pocket and pull out exactly what i needed to pay for what i was buying. so far that has worked perfectly. cash, cashier's cheques, one use credit cards, whatever i need to buy anything from an ice lolly to a house. for my third wish, alas, i must have taken complete leave of my senses. sorry, miss, i'm not usually a vulgar asshole, but i'm paying for it. i asked for a bird with long legs and a tight pussy."