I always sang “like a death row hard on, 10 minutes too late” instead of death row pardon to Ironic by Alanis Morrisette.
I had created an entire story to rationalise this lyric about a man unable to have a last wank because of worrying about his impending death, then getting a massive boner in...
Another old one but true for me, I really thought I’d be lucky not to have my life put in danger by quicksand or drowning after inadvertently putting my foot in one of the giant clams that seemed to inhabit the whole sea/river beds floor.
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