A few years ago - here in the US,a friend of mine came round for dinner with me and (now ex) hubby. She brought the board game of 'Who Wants to Win A King Size Twix be a Millionaire'.
Now my girlfriend is well known for being thick as pigshit, and my hubby fancies himself as a bit of a know-it-all.
I buggered up early on in the game, so it was decided I'd ask the questions. At about the $1000 mark (yes, I really fucked up before then) my friend was stumbling over an answer, so I started using my fingers to help her (1st finger = A, 2nd finger =B etc) and she twigged.
Throughout the entire game ex hubby was getting more and more flustered, and needless to say my friend won $1 million. Poor bastard Jules still doesn't know to this day either.....
Mind you, he doesn't know about the time we went to Vegas with friends and I won $500 and never told him!
(Now my girlfriend is well known for being thick as pigshit, and my hubby fancies himself as a bit of a know-it-all.
I buggered up early on in the game, so it was decided I'd ask the questions. At about the $1000 mark (yes, I really fucked up before then) my friend was stumbling over an answer, so I started using my fingers to help her (1st finger = A, 2nd finger =B etc) and she twigged.
Throughout the entire game ex hubby was getting more and more flustered, and needless to say my friend won $1 million. Poor bastard Jules still doesn't know to this day either.....
Mind you, he doesn't know about the time we went to Vegas with friends and I won $500 and never told him!
Batshitmentalist is sane for once,
Wed 22 Oct 2003, 3:31,
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at a partythat was getting wild my friend concieves af a brilliant idea. Earlier, we had thrown a chunk of hamburger into the microwave, blasted it for waaay too long, and then proceeded to throw it at cars passing by (it was a busy street). Gassed, he decides to shit on a plate and throw it in the microwave, and blast it (for waay too long). The house starts to smell like absolute shite and we all run out, only to learn what had happened. The house smelt like, well, you know, shite for like a week. I never lived there. And never, EVER want to small microwaved shite again.
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 4:06,
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