Too much informationRakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
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chthonic, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
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You trod in what now?A few days back I went to an equestrian competition with my little girl. Unfortunately, as daddy is a lazy tightarse, I couldn't be bothered to put the tent up and we ended up sleeping in the horsebox overnight. Equally unfortunately, as daddy got legless, accosted some of the more bigger breasted competitors, downed a kebab and turned in early, I ended up staggering outside to answer the call of nature at 3am and not in any good way either. Squatting against a hedge in the pitch black, arse sticking out, and tearing paper strips off your daughters copy of horse and hound is not ideal. It was, how shall I say, splattery and full of kebaby goodness.
Anyway, I woke up again at about 6am to the sound of arguing. As I leaned out of the horsebox window I caught a quick glimpse of the farmer getting lamped rather hard on the chin by the neighbouring camper. "And keep your fucking dog on a lead as well you dirty bastard" he said, throwing some tissues over a hedge.
Apparently I had inadvertantly shat on his tent.
(, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 14:58, Reply)
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