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Pulling at Glasto


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I would love to meet someone at Glasto as at least i'd know they were on my wavelength so to speak. I met someone in 2009 but he told me loads of lies when we were there because he said he didn't think we'd meet up again after the festie.... Fingers crossed this year watch out boys! ;)

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I would love to meet someone at Glasto as at least i'd know they were on my wavelength so to speak. I met someone in 2009 but he told me loads of lies when we were there because he said he didn't think we'd meet up again after the festie.... Fingers crossed this year watch out boys! ;)

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I reckon a lot of smelly sex goes down on Sunday night, by the sounds of things a lot people on the pull and you haven't pulled by Sunday you will prob take anything

It's the equivalent of the 2am last ditch effort to pull in a club.

Plus sometimes on Sunday you are used to the filfth that you start you get used tk it and forget !!!

See you on Sunday night !!!!

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A few years back I was at the Pyramid stage stood left of the mixing desk. I went for a quick slash at the blue urinals towards the left side of the stage and noticed a crusty looking geezer sat with his back to the outside of the urinals (probably sitting in piss) getting gobbled off my some bird. It was only about 9pm so not even fully dark.

She had no shame and he was loving it.

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A few years back I was at the Pyramid stage stood left of the mixing desk. I went for a quick slash at the blue urinals towards the left side of the stage and noticed a crusty looking geezer sat with his back to the outside of the urinals (probably sitting in piss) getting gobbled off my some bird. It was only about 9pm so not even fully dark.

She had no shame and he was loving it.

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I pull Mrs Tuska every year on day 1. (we're just so pleased to be there..!)

However, i'm not allowed anywhere near her after day 2......

That said, on the morning of the big thunderstorm in 2005 (t'was a Friday), we were woken by the distant rumbling at about 6am. We then listened to it getting closer and closer. The rain was hammering and there was nothing to do but crack a beer and shag like rabbits.

Being in a flimsy tent whilst the thunder crashed overhead was amazing and we never emerged until gone 11am with the biggest smiles.

One of my all time best Glasto moments, and never even involved an ipod, let alone a band. :)

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There was a thread like this last year, someone called ampersand confessed to tasting his own spunk.

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In 2002 on the sunday a girl from Burnley let me suck her boobies, sadly by that time they tasted like vinegar but I battled on & although she declined the finger I think it was probably for the best. I also had the pleasure of a great bit of pokey pokey during the horrendus storm a few years ago (it was the thursday night the one that nearly wiped out the festival), because the storm was so vicious and loud we could really go for it & didnt have to worry about being found out. This was because her boyfriends tent was about 100 yards away ;)

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In the heat of the moment I unthinkingly submitted to being kissed post BJ, when realisation dawned it was the closest I have ever been to hitting a woman. Oddly the other way round always seems popular. Horses for courses, eh?

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A few years ago I woke up with a hangover like I'd been stabbed in the eyes to the sound of my mate grunting 'urrgh I'm cummin'.

This was bad. But got even worse when the 'lady' he'd just played 'hide the wookie' with asked for some bog roll as his man fat was leaking out of her onto the groundsheet.

How are you supposed to eat bacon when the image of a womans fanny looking like a popped chicken kiev is fresh in your mind? Please everyone, for the sake of your fellow festival goers, refrain from engaging into sexual congress at Glastonbury.

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