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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Enzymes' post reminds me....
....when I was about 10 I was on holiday in Spain with my folks (it was the 80's after all) where we went to an organised excursion meal and show night. It was utter crap and although my pre teen boy boredom was alleviated by seeing the video to "Boys" by euro pop tart Sabrina, the one where she's swimming in a pool and bouncing her huge, well, you get the picture.
Anyway, it was free red/white wine, sangria or orange juice all night. After a couple of hours, my old dear wondered why I kept having to urinate all the time. Later she wondered why I'd passed out and then had to be carried onto the coach, then into the hotel, up the stairs and put to bed.
The reason? Not the cheeky small glass of white I quaffed, no, the two jugs of punch disguised as orange juice I'd had. As a bonus, I didn't have any sick! Chin chin.
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 16:30, 1 reply)
....when I was about 10 I was on holiday in Spain with my folks (it was the 80's after all) where we went to an organised excursion meal and show night. It was utter crap and although my pre teen boy boredom was alleviated by seeing the video to "Boys" by euro pop tart Sabrina, the one where she's swimming in a pool and bouncing her huge, well, you get the picture.
Anyway, it was free red/white wine, sangria or orange juice all night. After a couple of hours, my old dear wondered why I kept having to urinate all the time. Later she wondered why I'd passed out and then had to be carried onto the coach, then into the hotel, up the stairs and put to bed.
The reason? Not the cheeky small glass of white I quaffed, no, the two jugs of punch disguised as orange juice I'd had. As a bonus, I didn't have any sick! Chin chin.
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 16:30, 1 reply)
Enzymes' post reminds me...
I recall going on many shite excursions like that with the folks on holiday in the 80's. I also remember the sabrina video and the strange unbeknown preteen stirrings I would get in my pants whenever I saw that video in my youth. classic holiday video/song though. along with 'call me, call me, baby wont you call me now'. ok that last bit was sad, and I could put the youube link to the song I mean to remind people, but something tells me they wont need reminding......
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 16:43, closed)
I recall going on many shite excursions like that with the folks on holiday in the 80's. I also remember the sabrina video and the strange unbeknown preteen stirrings I would get in my pants whenever I saw that video in my youth. classic holiday video/song though. along with 'call me, call me, baby wont you call me now'. ok that last bit was sad, and I could put the youube link to the song I mean to remind people, but something tells me they wont need reminding......
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 16:43, closed)
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