Sexist Ping Pong
I played sexist ping pong at the weekend. From what I could establish, the rules were almost exactly the same as in normal ping pong. It reminded me of racist ping pong in that respect.
I’d like to bring your attention to this. It features a man whose eyes have been crossed since he had them both knocked out of their sockets in a fight, and a dog named Hitler. “Bob, the van driver, hasn’t been to sleep for four days”. It’s about Britain. http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/adamcurtis/2010/08/the_hells_angels_take_a_mini-b.html
It’ll be a bit like that televised debate about who the greatest ever Britain was. Or the Booker of Bookers, when they picked the best ever winner of the Booker prize. Or like when we all vote for Del Boy falling through the bar as our most memorable television moment ever. Who is the smoker of the animal kingdom? It’s bears.
Here’s a documentary for you. Pogging, a cross between Parkour and dogging where, at the height of their arousal, the spectators leap over the car and give each other nicknames. Sex. Cars. Keep fit. It’s got everything. You can get an hour out of it, easy. Makes itself really.
Dear The Oxford English Dictionary, please consider the following for inclusion in the next edition of your esteemed tome. Roying (noun) - a young heterosexual man’s courting of an elderly heterosexual man named Roy (usually with the hope of marriage).
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