Abusing freebies
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
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A Sweet Story
Back in 1994 I left a feminist babysitter with my son whilst my wife and I attended a sweets convention. I outfitted my wife in an oversized trenchcoat and crammed sweets from the various stalls into aforementioned item of clothing until it was quite literally at bursting point. I then noticed a rare and extremely valuable sweet which, with the aid of a fizzy drink and some Pop Rocks, I was also able to swipe. I thought I'd lost this rather tasty treat until I dropped the babysitter off... low and behold, there it was on the rumpside of her jeans. But that's another story...
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 17:56, 2 replies)
Back in 1994 I left a feminist babysitter with my son whilst my wife and I attended a sweets convention. I outfitted my wife in an oversized trenchcoat and crammed sweets from the various stalls into aforementioned item of clothing until it was quite literally at bursting point. I then noticed a rare and extremely valuable sweet which, with the aid of a fizzy drink and some Pop Rocks, I was also able to swipe. I thought I'd lost this rather tasty treat until I dropped the babysitter off... low and behold, there it was on the rumpside of her jeans. But that's another story...
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 17:56, 2 replies)
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