Spoooky Coincidence
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
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The Coincidence of Porn
Back in the mists of time - well, 2003 anyway - I split up with a girl who I'd been going out with for a couple of years.
So the day after my best friend decided to cheer me up by taking me to a skin bar. Many beverages of an alcoholic variety were consumed, and on the walk home, fresh from seeing many and varied ladies without their clothes on, I decided to buy myself some... er... Gentlemen's Relish. Razzle, if you're interested, which proves how drunk I was.
I get home, plonk on the sofa and stick the TV on. In my inebriated state I start looking at the pictures, and get about as far as page three when...
I dropped the mag and fled the room. Another one of my exes from college was gracing the glossy pages of this fine publication.
Which completely put me off my stroke.
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:37, Reply)
Back in the mists of time - well, 2003 anyway - I split up with a girl who I'd been going out with for a couple of years.
So the day after my best friend decided to cheer me up by taking me to a skin bar. Many beverages of an alcoholic variety were consumed, and on the walk home, fresh from seeing many and varied ladies without their clothes on, I decided to buy myself some... er... Gentlemen's Relish. Razzle, if you're interested, which proves how drunk I was.
I get home, plonk on the sofa and stick the TV on. In my inebriated state I start looking at the pictures, and get about as far as page three when...
I dropped the mag and fled the room. Another one of my exes from college was gracing the glossy pages of this fine publication.
Which completely put me off my stroke.
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:37, Reply)
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