That is, until I met my husband and he told me a hilarious story about why he loved climbing the pole at school.

Wank socks are often to be found lurking near the foot of the soldier's Sleeping Bag, Or also in the built in wank sock pockets. The friend nextdoorneighbour who told me about sitting on your hand already had some nerve damage to said hand, maybe that made a difference? It had the distinct aroma of semen so after much running from me finally admitted that was what he had done. If the former, wouldn't rubbing yer delicate man membranes with trainer-sweaty cotton/wool/polyester/blend of same be a bit sore? Why not T shirts, underwear, or the more traditional (if less environmentally-friendly) Andrex Man Size?Putting it over your hand still means you're rubbing delicate bits with quite rough cloth, surely it can't be fun? Another point to note is if someone offers you an open tin of the said product then don't think they are being friendly with you. A person who won't admit when they are wrong, and when they are wrong they try to lie about what they said.

And yes, I'm sticking to that story, any version which involves picking off the crumbly stuff and re-wearing will not be countenanced. By accepting all cookies, you agree to our use of cookies to deliver and maintain our services and site, improve the quality of Reddit, personalize Reddit content and advertising, and measure the effectiveness of advertising.

A Person who believes stupid thigs and doesn't have the common sense to work out that they couldn't possibly be true. Take a large cucumber, squash, watermelon, honeydew, or cantaloupe, cut a hole to fit your erection in one side, and a smaller opening the size of a pencil in the other.