Conversation Killers
ThatNiceMan asks: Have you ever been talking with people down the pub when somebody throws such a complete curveball (Sample WTF moment: "I wonder what it's like to get bummed") that all talk is stopped dead? Tell us!
( , Thu 12 May 2011, 12:53)
ThatNiceMan asks: Have you ever been talking with people down the pub when somebody throws such a complete curveball (Sample WTF moment: "I wonder what it's like to get bummed") that all talk is stopped dead? Tell us!
( , Thu 12 May 2011, 12:53)
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After a dull lecture
a few of us decided to grab a drink. One of the chaps on my course, Ryan, was a local lad and he suggested going to a boozer just outside of town.
Four us decided to join him and we stood propping up the bar loudly chatting student bollocks. After a couple of pints and old, dirty looking man came stumbling over from the depths of the pub. He looked us up and down and then stared directly at Ryan for what seemed like ages. Finally he spoke.
'I fucked your mother last night.' He stammered at poor Ryan. 'I fucked her good and proper, I fucking love your mother I do.'
Ryan didn't say anything, he just shifted his gaze and stared awkwardly at his shoes, the rest of us also stunned into silence.
'Your mother is the best fucking woman in the world,' the old man slurred, 'the best fucking shag I've ever had, I fucking love that old bird.'
Slowly Ryan stood up, he put his arm round the old man's shoulder and began to usher him away from the bar.
'Alright Dad,' said Ryan, 'I think you've had enough. Come on, I'll walk you home, Mum will be wondering where you are'.
And with that he slowly escorted the old man out he pub.
Fucking Northerners.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:18, 14 replies)
a few of us decided to grab a drink. One of the chaps on my course, Ryan, was a local lad and he suggested going to a boozer just outside of town.
Four us decided to join him and we stood propping up the bar loudly chatting student bollocks. After a couple of pints and old, dirty looking man came stumbling over from the depths of the pub. He looked us up and down and then stared directly at Ryan for what seemed like ages. Finally he spoke.
'I fucked your mother last night.' He stammered at poor Ryan. 'I fucked her good and proper, I fucking love your mother I do.'
Ryan didn't say anything, he just shifted his gaze and stared awkwardly at his shoes, the rest of us also stunned into silence.
'Your mother is the best fucking woman in the world,' the old man slurred, 'the best fucking shag I've ever had, I fucking love that old bird.'
Slowly Ryan stood up, he put his arm round the old man's shoulder and began to usher him away from the bar.
'Alright Dad,' said Ryan, 'I think you've had enough. Come on, I'll walk you home, Mum will be wondering where you are'.
And with that he slowly escorted the old man out he pub.
Fucking Northerners.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:18, 14 replies)
Fucking northerners
Indeed. "You've have had enough" - thick as shit, the lot of them.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:22, closed)
Indeed. "You've have had enough" - thick as shit, the lot of them.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:22, closed)
This is what happens when you cut and paste your stories from the CV's you've ben reading.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:38, closed)
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:38, closed)
No way man, he might post another old photo of me and the missus that we'd quite like to see.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:45, closed)
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:45, closed)
I saved the last picture he posted to my hard drive.
It was really nice one that we thought we'd lost.
( , Sun 15 May 2011, 11:16, closed)
It was really nice one that we thought we'd lost.
( , Sun 15 May 2011, 11:16, closed)
Hmmm. What was that about?
was it like an "I know where you live" kind of thing?
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 16:49, closed)
was it like an "I know where you live" kind of thing?
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 16:49, closed)
He probably already knows where I live, I've emailed my CV to people before.
( , Sun 15 May 2011, 11:16, closed)
( , Sun 15 May 2011, 11:16, closed)
Do you have some kind of special alarm...
one that alerts you each time I post - and reminds you to cut and paste the same reply each and every time?
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:49, closed)
one that alerts you each time I post - and reminds you to cut and paste the same reply each and every time?
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:49, closed)
I have the Euro Millions numbers for tonight - jackpot £107,000,000
18, 19, 35, 37, 48 lucky stars 1, 11
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:56, closed)
18, 19, 35, 37, 48 lucky stars 1, 11
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 14:56, closed)
I seem to remember SpankyHanky telling this tale as one of his terribly funny, well written true stories.
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 17:42, closed)
( , Fri 13 May 2011, 17:42, closed)
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