E: "When you're giving head and a guy comes, it's like someone's syringed a shitload of salty crap into your mouth. Syringed (with hand movement, pumping syringe down). As in powerful choking jet spray into the back of your throat."

Me: "HA HA HA that's why it's called the gag reflex, because it's uncontollable and you had a severe 'rebound' (words lost)...swallow! Ha! Ha!"(rest of sentence lost in fits of snorting laughter)

E: "Well, that's a funny story actually." (She goes into graphic detail about how the volume of a guy's wad can catch you by surprise and makes you either spray or swallow).

E: "It'd be funny if when a guy had a hard-on your started poking him in the balls, just to see him squirm"

Me: "Fun game, Kirsten next time The Bastard tries to get you to rub him off I think that's what you should do".

Kirsten: "Syringed?!? Syringed?!!?"

Bhavna: "Like that plum sauce, sweet but more salty than that, isn't that right Laur?"

(Gagging, people throwing down their lunches and running off to bathroom)

Me: "Why thank you Bukhini for that reminder"

E: "It's a bit like trying to take a cricket bat handle down your throat"

Kirsten: "It can't be that hard to control the gag reflex"

Unanimous: "Why the hell do you think it's called a blow job??!"

Oh they're so sweet, you have to love them.