My brother
My dear brother was, until he met his fiance, a filthy, filthy, boy. He's had pretty muh every age of girl from teens (legal teens I hasten to add) up to what could generously be desribed as 'Mature' ladies but more accurately summed up by Grounds-keeper Willie with the phrase "Back to the loch with YOU Nessie!" I believethe oldest woman he was 'with' was in her late fifties. He was 19 at the time.

Anyway, one of his most infamous conquests was a young lady I shall name Carla. Carla was, and presumably still is, six years younger than my brother when they met in a scummy nightclub he used to frequent. Anyway, they started 'going out' with each other (as we used to say in those days) and things appeared to be going well until one day he came home in a less than pleased mood.

"What's up" I enquired

"That bitch Carla, she's been bangin' her best mate for the past three months! (This was the same approximate time he and she had been bumping uglies) and she's effing dumped me for her!"

I let out a small laugh at this revelation. He took offence to this an gave me a good kicking until our dad seperated us (when told dad laughed too).
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:13, Reply)