When I was 10 years old, my parents took us on vacation to a water park. I told my dad I had to go to the bathroom; he pointed to a building and let me go in by myself. When I got in, I noticed there were no urinals, and none of the stalls had toilets in them. Confused, I went into a stall anyway, pulled the curtain closed behind me, and did my business all over the floor. When I got out, we started walking away when another man with his son asked my dad if we knew of any bathrooms nearby.
'Anyone who does water polo is at least a little gay'
Urban Dictionary: water sports
People walk past it every day and never notice. To them it's perfectly ordinary, just another basement flat in a street of white-painted terraces sandwiched between Kensington High Street and the King's Road. Except that this flat houses a male brothel. Inside, there is an anteroom where up to a dozen 'boys the term is universally used among them , mostly in their twenties, lounge on a sofa watching satellite television.
I went to pick up my kids from school the other day, my usual 3 o'clock date with the playground. My eldest son's teacher met me as I walked up, all atwitter with excitement. I know what my 9-year-old son's "type" of guy is. This is not something I expected to have knowledge of, not when my son was 9, and perhaps not ever.
It was only a matter of time before the teens of today boys of the nadsat , bored with their petty theft and criminal mischief, got tired of silly games like butt chugging and Neknomination and began searching in earnest for something to entertain themselves with that would be both disgusting and completely pointless. And so, Bubbling was born to satisfy that need. And teens saw that it was good! And the summer of became the summer that they would start pissing into their own mouths and posting the pictures online. Because who cares about future employment?