The perils of the shared room
This story is not about me, but about people who lived in the same hall of residence.

Hull University had shared rooms in some of its accommodation. Ordinarily, these were (of course) single-sex - but an exception was made for a couple who came to university together, having been going out for ages and who planned to marry.

Each of them had been well and truly walloped by the ugly stick - but that's a merely gratuitous detail, so I won't mention it again.

Inevitably, the relationship broke down. The bloke moved out, but he remained on reasonably good terms with his ex.

One night, his ex pulled. (I assumed at the time that it must have been pulling in the same sense that the moon pulls the oceans... But I said I wouldn't mention their looks again, didn't I?) He found out, and asked her - a bit creepily in retrospect - who the unfortunate man was.

"Um... it wasn't a man..." came the reply.

So that'll be why the relationship ended, then...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 15:48, 2 replies)

Dykes are funny because
I bet their tongues get tired, and they get a crick in their neck ALL the time.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 15:55, closed)

This is TRUFAX!

(Bazongaloid, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 16:14, closed)