Turning assumption on its head
I was a brilliant house guest to an ex girlfriend.. my "meeting the parents" scenario was when she brought them to one of my boxing bouts. unnannounced, nothing like pressure, thanks J! (Especially seeing theyd all moved up from a rather posh part of London and the Dad especially hated Geordies.. great!)
Anyway, with a lovely 14-12 victory behind me, I was invited over for dinner the next week. But not before midway through the week, I was pulled by J for a little chat:
"I know you only got a chance to say hello to my parents the other night, but please be good on saturday."
"The fuck dya mean? Im always good man!"
"Yeah but theyre both convinced youre some sort of scumbag, and are worried youre abit violent."
"Nah man itll be sweet, just watch."

Anyway, the time passes by, Saturday arrives.
I helped mother cook the dinner.
I fixed the fathers car (only needed a jump start.. haway big fella!)
I shagged their daughter upstairs, but they didnt find out.
The brother hated me.

But I turned out to be the most "polite, but abit quiet" boyfriend shed ever had..

Truth is, I hate knocking on peoples doors. Ill text them when im in the street. Thats not even a joke..
(bredstkcriminal, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 2:41, 5 replies)

cool story, bro.
Edit: by which I mean that I have no fucking clue what you might be on about.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 3:38, closed)

Well said.

(TheColonel, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 8:40, closed)

2:41 am Friday morning, Geordie...
...makes perfect sense
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 9:54, closed)

Me neither.

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 12:01, closed)

i dont get it
am i being thick?
(natakins, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 11:19, closed)