Day before New Year's Eve, me and the wench(8/10) had a few lads round to celebrate New Year's Eve eve and movin into our new flat. After everyone left me and the wench had an argument which resulted in me sleeping at a fellow lads house. Upon my return in the morning I went to the bedroom to find a pair of boxers on the floor. After a little while interrogating the wench she admitted one of the lads round at ours earlier had spent the night and they had done the deed (sh*tLAD). Needless to say the said wench has been dumped, however there is still a score to settle with the sh*tLAD. Should I batter him? Or is there a better way to go about things. Help me out LADs

So Lads, I need a bit of advice. There is this lesbo couple (a 4 and a 3). they are offering a threesome. Should I accept?

I was out with the lad pack about 20 years ago (still meet up every month). After an unsuccessful night I head back (Rest of the lad pack went the other way) and there was this 8/10 wench walking about 15 meters behind of me. Some guy (not LAD) ran past her and grabbed her purse out her hand so I stuck my leg out as he ran past, held him down and gave her purse back. By now police had run over, cuffed him and dragged him away. This 8/10 got £50 out her purse and offered it to me but I said no. GentlemanLAD. She said there must be some way I can say thank you so 20 minuets later I'm fcuking her in my flat. Next day we organise to meet at this restaurant and 3 years later were married! Now have two boys Alex and Ryan both 15 getting A's in school. Me and 8/10 wench have our dream jobs and life couldn't be better. Thank god I didn't take the money! JackpotLAD

A few years ago now, when I was still in high school, I used to beat off every morning without fail. It had become a such a regular thing that I kept a roll of bog roll on the bedside table. On this particular morning I was comfortably hiding under my covers bashing one out (probably over an Ann Summers catalogue, The Daily Sport or anything else that flaunted more than 40% of a wenches flesh on any one of the pages). Feeling the point of no return approaching I reached out from under my spiderman duvet to grab the j*zz paper and my hand returned with an empty cardboard tube. Panic set in as I was hurtling towards the gravy stroke and, though even to this day I have no idea why, decided that the best course of action would be to leg it into the bathroom, deposit my seed into the porcelain and remember to grab a fresh roll on the way out. Within a the blink of an eye I was on the landing, cock still in hand and flying towards the toilet door. As I opened it I was greeted by my mother sat taking her morning sh*t. The confusion on her face of seeing her 16 year old son storming into the bathroom was replaced by sheer horror as she realised I was stood there with a throbbing boner in my hand. There was a split second we stayed there with me staring at her and her, for some reason, staring mouth open at my man(boy)hood before I emptied the contents of my bollocks all over her thigh. Oddly though this has never EVER been mentioned and believe it or not after the embarrassment had subsided and I went downstairs we sat and had breakfast (also with my dad and sister) and the old dear acted as if nothing had happened.