Chat and wank rooms

Intoxicated on a combination of schnapps and firewater known as Samichlaus, Helmut decided to name his joint the Crap Bar after the influential English toilet entrepreneur Thomas Crapper. But that’s the boring version.) There actually was a bloke named Nub Sarns who founded the American resort Nub’s Nob. ‘Nob’, we think, means ‘view’ in American (that strange adaptation of our native tongue that Yanks like to call ‘English’) – or something to that effect.

Bizarrely, Nub’s Nob has a superpipe that was named in For anyone aged 14 or over with an immature sense of humour, Sugarbush is only going to have one connotation.

It is doubtful that such a woman exists anywhere, and yet men fell for it. The bulletin board over her desk displays mug shots of her catches, very ordinary-looking men, facing the camera wide-eyed with shock, staring at the fresh ruin of their lives. One of the stunned faces in that array belongs to a man I will call “J,” who would spend a year in prison after taking Deery’s bait.

As a fantasy, her come-on seemed overbaked—not one daughter, but two!

Yet that is exactly what happened to the owners of Crap Bar in the Swiss resort of Laax. We cannot confirm nor deny that there is any truth in the above story – nor can we reveal that it wasn’t made up by *ahem* us.

One evening in 1996, Helmut von Foofont was deciding what to name his new business venture. (If you want the real story behind the name, it’s actually named after the base of the mountain on which it stands, namely Crap Sogn Gion.

They’ve even got their own Twatt Appreciation Society which I’m fairly sure you’ll be keen to sign up to as soon as possible.

After months of prowling Internet chat rooms, posing as the mother of two young daughters, Detective Michele Deery thought she had a live one: “parafling,” a married, middle-aged man who claimed he wanted to have sex with her kids.

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