
Dreadful pits of hellish torture for both customer and the people who work there. Press 1 to leave an amusing story, press 2 for us to send you a lunchbox full of turds.
( , Thu 3 Sep 2009, 12:20)
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An old housemate of mine was selling her bedside cabinet in the local paper. As soon as the ad went in, her phone started ringing just about non-stop. It was like she was a one woman call centre.*
My housemate was getting very annoied. The men who kept phoning were, well, coming out with some incredibly pervy shit that made her feel dirty and used - this girl actually went to church and, as far as I knew, had never had a cock in her in her life.
Then we had the paper delivered. I scanned the ads and realised what had happened. And then I started pissing myself. Somebody at the paper had made, what we technically call, a bit of a fuck up.
The ad read: One Night Stand for Sale - Please tel. 07***********
True story.
*There you go; tenuous linkage to question there for ya!
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 10:26, 4 replies)

you bastard! Was laughing so much.
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 11:22, closed)

thats absolutely great. funny stuff, sir. funny, funny, funny stuff.
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 11:30, closed)
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