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@toybulldog wrote:
I fondly remember my first memory
However I cannot remember my first fondle.
Anyway, I was a very confused foetus with issues, I had to fight off the documentary makers on a daily basis while applying for free housing on the basis of sexual discrimination and severe flooding at my temporary accomodation. The welcome appearance of male organs calmed me down a bit and I gabbled my first football talk.
Much later, (and by now sleeping in a draw) I developed the ability to cry on demand while simultaneously shyting in rainbow colours until the appearance of this giant lactating t i t fingy would satisfy my every whim.
…………no hang on, first memories ???…… that was last night
I remember when I was about 6. It was christmas eve and mum and dad were sorting out dinner in the kitchen. Me and my brother were in the front room where the dining table was. There was also an open fire, already laid for the next day. Next to it was an electric heater and me and my brother, started playing with bits of paper and lighting them on the heater. Of course mine burnt my fingers and I dropped it into dads newly laid fire. We sat down to eat and heard crackle crackle. My dad was furious and I had to eat in the kitchen.
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