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There is a fella I work with whose breath smells of poo. It's like he eats poo, brushes his teeth with poo and drinks bog water.
Bloody nice fellow though.
 
My cousin Walter jerked off in public once. True story.

He was on a plane to New Mexico when all of the sudden the hydraulics went. The plane started spinning around, going out of control, so he decides it's all over and whips it out and starts beating it right there. So all the other passengers take a cue from him and they start whipping it out and beating like mad. So all the passengers are beating off, plummeting to their certain doom, when all of the sudden, snap! The hydraulics kick back in. The plane rights itself and it land safely and everyone puts their pieces or, whatever, you know, away and deboard. No one mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.
That certainly goes some way as to explain the stains you see over all the fold away tables in economy class. Did the buisness class folks have to do it themselves or the the flight crew crack on?
 

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