Is it just me....
I like to think that I have the usual standards when it comes to life in general - don't eat sandwiches walking down the street, don't comb your hair in public, don't eat an orange on a bus, always say please and thank you whilst not wearing Lizzy Duke jewellery and never talk to anyone through a window, etc.... But when I am in the company of anyone that is soooooo far up themselves with the 'God - I am so posh I get out of the bath to wee' attitude I ALWAYS feel the need to do something really common just to wind them up!?!?

I once went out with a guy who said (in his te'bbly, te'bbly clipped accent) that he would 'rather go into one of his father's fields and shoot himself with his hunting gun then fart in front of someone'.... Now, I wouldn't have done it on purpose (honest, Gov) but my subconcious had other ideas and one morning I woke us both up by trumping rather loudly and the sound could only be described as a 'gate slamming shut'... Once I had finished killing myself laughing and he had finished getting dressed and going home my friends and I later named the process 'windybanging'.... Huzzah!

Anyhooo, it was worth putting up with his analness for that laugh and I have a double barrelled surname so no harm done - what ho!
(Senora Veranos cannot and will not so ner..., Thu 16 Oct 2008, 22:52, 3 replies)

Don't eat sandwiches walking down the street?
Why ever not?
(Mr. In-Between has regretted posting this ever since, Fri 17 Oct 2008, 0:06, closed)

Sandwich badness...
There is just something very wrong with it! However, farting in bed and laughing about it is all just fine of course...... hehe.
(Senora Veranos cannot and will not so ner..., Fri 17 Oct 2008, 0:28, closed)

'never talk to anyone through a window'
heh
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 17 Oct 2008, 8:22, closed)