Whopever.....July 2009 Diary.....

Monday July 20: Perhaps the reply was a little sarcastic....


So I just got a text from the puppy.... and it read... " I want to kiss you everywhere" So after much thought i sent the following back "Ok , well for starters I suggest , a train station, a local cafe, the swimming pool, a hill, outside WHSmiths" Funny that I haven't had a reply......

Monday July 20: Just a few different names when you don't want to whisper the word PENIS


Myself and JapWooWhop had a competition on FACEBOOK tonight as to would could think of alternative names for a PENIS.... I believe I won
Uber

knob

22:34JapWooWhop

winky... ur turn!

22:34
Uber

sausgage

22:35
JapWooWhop

love length

22:35
Uber

oh dear god

ride rocket

22:37
JapWooWhop

schlong

22:38Uber

ONE EYED SPITTING COBRA

22:39
JapWooWhop

wanger

22:39
Uber

trouser snake

22:39
JapWooWhop

todger

22:40
Uber

chopper

22:40
JapWooWhop

chin chin

22:40
Uber

Gristle Missile

22:42
Uber

Blue-veined Junket Pumper

One Eyed Wonder Weasel

22:42
JapWooWhop

you made me laugh out loud!

with both of them

22:42
Uber

Thrill Drill

22:42
JapWooWhop

ha!

22:43
Uber

Purple-Helmeted Warrior

22:43
JapWooWhop

You win! nut nut!

22:43
Uber

Purple-Helmeted Yogurt Thrower

22:43
JapWooWhop

i tend to just use big hard throbbing cock!

22:43
Uber

pork sword purple helmet warrior the colonel bernard mathews john thomas mickey red eye one eyed milk man wilkos wonder wand captain scarlet

weewee big bannana mumble jumble chode hard-on "the drill" Mr Pleasure

22:44
JapWooWhop

ur freaking me now, please tell me youre getting these off some website!

22:44
Uber

the last few i did

22:45
JapWooWhop

thank god!



Friday July 17: No one to cuddle when you've finished.... your guide to buying from Ann Summers .....


So myself and Miss Whop got together the other night for a long awaited catch up... she's been off the Whop Radar for a couple of months due to the fact the woman she works with is a total crank and Miss Whop has been doing all her work for her... it's fair to say I have missed my right arm and the rest of the whops have been missing her bad behaviour.. but now the work is over she is back in the room... As a critical member of the Whop Circle ( co founder, we've been best friends longer than either one of us is prepared to admit to) she leaves a massive hole when she's not around Now Miss Whop has settled down on the relationship front, she is currently enjoying a very normal relationship and she's more than just a little bit happy... I say normal relationship because in all honesty anything would be considered normal in comparison to her ex of a few years.. the gene pool was definitely undergoing repair works when that little twat was created....She hasn't got rid of him completely though sadly.. seems he still has the ability ( and clearly no other life) to get to her occasionally....can't even begin to tell you what a knob he has been over the last few days.. other than to say it warranted a night in and 2 and half bottles of wine for us to get over it together..... Actually that's a lie, it took us ten mins .. can't actually blame the ridiculous amount of wine on him at all, no.. that was definitely us.... I was telling her about the 5 times a night puppy and as all Whop conversations go ... it got to the.."I'm thinking of doing this to him" , "oh and you won't believe what he can do with his"... , and to be fair we were both swapping notes on this conversation.. she then announced she was thinking of buying an outfit.. a special one .. now don't get me wrong.. this is not her first, she has more "special" outfits than Elton has pairs of glasses... But this one was a fun one ... this lead us onto her showing it me on a website.. and then me showing her my recent purchase... and no it wasn't on web page , it was in a bag in my bedroom... ( as yet unused I'll have you know, but we'll come to that later) ..... check out that little baby mate.... as I trundle back into the lounge with it in my hand... Oh sweet Jesus.. that's huge!! No, it's not it just looks scary.. but to be honest if i can do the stick on the wall one, this should be a walk in the park... have you used it yet ?? No mate.. i know you are my best mate , but even i couldn't rock in with that to show you if it had been near my foo foo... let's have a go then... not a go... but a go... Now if you aren't familiar with this term when discussing sex toys.. it basically means.. let me get it out the box, mess with all the settings, try it on the end of my nose, my hip and on my hand , then tell you it's not for me , and run out and buy one tomorrow...... So Miss Whop has it out of the packaging quicker than a tourette sufferer swears..... Test it on the palm of your hand mate.. has 8 different settings apparently... What the hell are those bits for ... Oh you sweet child they are for the front of your foo foo ... Why haven't you tried it yet... I'm not using it solo.. you know the rules .. if you fly solo you admit you need it .. yeah fair point honey.. and there's no one to cuddle you afterwards... Exactly...........

Sunday July 5: is wondering how i add the my ...


is wondering how i add the my blog links onto Twitter ????

Monday July 13: check out www.whopever.com for...


check out http://www.whopever.com for the all the latest blogs of a 34 year old single girl x x

Monday July 13: h dear.. a Whop who shall rema...


h dear.. a Whop who shall remain nameless, recently had a little too much to drink and took home a little puppy for entertainment..

Thursday July 16: Pork and Crap ... and other such conversations ...


Anyway , i need to go honey, need to buy banana before work ..... That's just one example of the random comments that have recently been made by JapWooWhop.. below are a couple more and some from the Pilot Whop, Little Lord Whop and the rest of the Whops Pork and Crap... you are joking, pork and a dollup of crap... I wouldn't eat that - JapWooWhop Remember that time we went to Manchester and met god.... Pilot Whop All over it like a fat kid in a sweet shop - JapWooWhop Fuck me mate .. did you just say picking a pram..Miss Whop , no mate I said he was helping his gran..Uber Whop You are packing some serious heat there Stewwie - Uber Whop Having your nails or your flange done in there by any chance ? - WhopChops

Monday July 13: decided to take a couple of days off...


Ok so it's only Monday, but after 8 mind numbing hours at work I have taken the executive decision to have a few days off .. haven't managed to tell work yet.. but I'll do that in the morning when I call in with a suitably elaborate story that should wangle me until the end of the week off... See I know I should feel guilty at this point, but I don't, there is only so much corporate bollocks bingo you can take before you either make a mad dash for the fire escape ( which they have moved me away from after my last attempt) or throw a sicky.. So a sicky it is then I did try and get JapWooWhop to do the same, but since she is on a written warning at her work ( yes seems hangovers and a career don't mix) she has politely declined to accompany me on my week long bad behaviour.. work was so bad today that I ended up drawing pictures of sheep... well i ended up drawing pictures of clouds with legs on them.. I spent the day challenging myself to drink all the varieties of poison in the vending machine, and when that didn't work I took to stapling random things together... the girl sitting next to me didn't share my humour when she tried to get her jacket off her chair .... but by then I could only look surprised since i had tried the stapling game on my own eyelids...

Sunday July 5: The Beer scooter


The Beer Scooter 

How many times have you woken up in the morning after a hard night
drinking and thought 'How on earth did I get home? As hard as you
try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the pub to
your house. The answer to this puzzle is that you used a Beer
Scooter.

The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased
to the drunk by Bacchus the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has branched
out since the decrease in the worship of the Roman Pantheon and
has bought a large batch of these magical devices. The Beer Scooter
works in the following fashion:-

The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the
"slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus or one of
his many sub-contractors detects this pheromone and sends down a
winged Beer Scooter. The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits
them in their bedroom via the Trans-Dimensional Portal. This is
not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger's in-pocket
cash is taken as payment.

This answers the second question after a night out 'How did I spend
so much money?'

Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are
thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI (Unidentified
Drinking Injuries).  An undocumented feature of the beer scooter
is the destruction of time segments during the trip. The nature of
Trans-Dimensional Portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly
unaccounted for.

This answers a third question after a night out 'What the hell
happened?'

With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of
Embarrassing Moments In Time) add on, that automatically removes,
in descending order, those parts in time regretted most. Unfortunately
one person's REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and
quite often lost time is regained in discussions over a period of
time. Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often
cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending
the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences.
With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in
a scooter drive-thru chain specialising in half eaten kebabs and
pizza crusts.

Another question answered!! For the family man, Beer Scooters come
equipped with flowers picked from other people's garden and
Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in
such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs,
you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity
springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the
CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance System) explains the bruised
shins. The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some
scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how
one person can apparently get through 260 Marlboro Lights in a
single night.

PS: Don't forget the on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably
get home from the pub in sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a
T-shirt.


Saturday July 4: I once saw a penguin get raped ....


So myself and JapWooWhop decided to meet for a coffee after work .. we head into Shitsville and it takes every ounce of will power i have not to lean toward the pub doorway... but no , we've agreed on a coffee so we carry on .. now it's baking hot so we sit outside on the nice mental institution metal table...this also means I can smoke so to be honest even thought the seat was cutting a 5 inch gash in my arse i carried on through the pain... JapWooWhop has been training a new guy at work recently , Mr Twit.. so the conversation surrounds the day she has had training the retard.. it seems that JapWooWhop's firm is so under staffed that they have decided to employ a 50 year old karaoke singer with a bad hygiene problem... She has been pulling her hair out for the last 3 days trying to get him to understand the job and the system he needs to use... seems he thinks he's worked it out and she so definitely doesn't. It also doesn't help that the guy has a beard bigger and better than Bin Laden..seems he can store food in it.. well that's where she thinks the smell of rotting flesh is coming from any way.. Anyway we are deep in conversation when we spot a guy riding past on a mobility scooter.. now if you read the blogs you will know just how obsessed I am with the world of mobility scooters and the people that ride them..so this guy rides past and then does a full turning the circle that frankly the Stig would have been proud of and carries on ... 2 mins later he rides past again, this time he's testing his reversing skill.. another five mins and here he comes again.. this time he's reversing, then going forward and then reversing .. at this point we both wonder if he's had a few too many sherry's or if it really is his scooter... then he grids to a halt.. oh yes .. the battery has run out... we can't believe it and are too busy pissing ourselves laughing when he jumps off it , stretches him self out and then promptly pushes it down the alley... Our shock is broken by the girl from the coffee shop announcing that they are closing .. me .. cheers JapWooWhop.. ok thanks Coffee girl .. yes, but we are closing Me .. I know thanks for letting us know JapWooWhop .. what's she telling us for , we're outside Me .. no idea mate.. but it's very nice of her.. Coffee girl.. we are closing you know.. Us .. Collective Silence... Coffee Girl .. right, I'm taking your table.... Us .. oh, you need us to leave.. So we trundle off to a bench in the centre.. now if you know shitsville you will know it's never a good idea to sit on a bench in town.. you get attacked by the tramps.. or if you are lucky the pigeons.. We are sat there talking when one pigeon tries to jump on another , have to tell you that watching Pigeon sex is really very unerving .. not least because they choose to do whilst stood on top of a Jesus loves you flyer... i start complaining to JapWooWhop that I am wholly disappointed in the lack of foreplay involved in pigeon sex .. and that's when she make me spit out my ice drink.. JapWooWhop.. Oh that reminds me .. I once saw a penguin get raped ......

Thursday July 2: Drowning in my own mouth.....dangers of drinking shots....


So the Whops for reasons best known to themselves decided to go out on a school night .. we were going out for just a couple at 8pm..the evening was going just fine myself and JapWooWhop just enjoying a few glasses of wine...and slowly one by one the rest of the car crash party arrived... now if I'm honest this is how I remember the evening ... turned up at 8pm .. had drinks had more drinks got attacked by a bamboo plant smashed a glass bought some shots drank everyone else's shots bought some more shots drank everyone else's shots stole some fruit answered the door at home to someone fell over putting on my pj's woke up drowning on my own mouth..seems I'd left the window above my bed open and it was raining, clearly it had been raining for some time....interestingly I have now discovered at the age of 34 that I sleep with my mouth open.... I'm slowly putting the rest of the evening together and i think i may have most of it.. so as soon as I've got over the shock I'll write about it

Sunday July 5: wonderland ?? wonder what the hell happened last night land??


Oh dear.. a Whop who shall remain nameless, recently had a little too much to drink and took home a little puppy for entertainment.. ( to be clear Puppy is a nickname for a younger bloke) .. so after a few drinks and leaving us all thinking she had made her way to the loo... she sloped off for the night.. made the bootie call ( well she thinks she did, she checked her phone and there is a call) ... Now what then followed lasted for 3 hours .. she knows that because she texted us when he had left.. only problem being the drinks she had to pluck up the courage to get her groove on have also ensured her memory gave her dignity a lift home at the same time on the beer scooter... We all listened while she told us just what a night he had given her.. apparently youth does count for something .. ( count being the important word here) the poor little puppy even texted her to tell her she was amazing and it had been the best sex he's ever had.. so what was the problem.. The problem was she can't remember it.. she let him in .. she poured him a drink... and she was definately in her front room when that happened... Her last memory.. doing something that a Russian gymnast would have been proud of.. she has several flashbacks ... and here they all are ( and no i haven't missed anything out .. she really has no memory)
  • Looking out from her knees.. they were near her chin at the time..
  • Facing the window.. and it wasn't the scenery she was concentrating on
  • Being pulled by her ankles to the end of the bed .. ( this must have taken some time as she can't remember getting there)
  • Taking her clothes off twice ( this one is still a puzzle to all of us )
  • Waving him goodbye
Yes her entire recollection combined is ten mins ... Believe me she's gutted ...........