And I never had sex ever again...
This is one of those stories that sounds like something that isn't true, but unfortunately did happen. Even more unfortunately, it happened to me.

Now, we've all had those exes. The ones with whom you split up reasonably amicably, and therefore still see on nights out. Nights where the talking together becomes drinking together, becomes touching, becomes kissing, becomes going back to their place...

There's a time and a place for this sort of encounter, of course. The time is not University, when everyone you know is living in shitty accommodation, with flimsy walls and flimsier locks, and perhaps sharing a house with someone who is good friend of yours. A good, devout Christian friend. With views about this sort of thing.

Certainly, if you're going to picture this, picture yourself drunk, and tied up in a very revealing position. Imagine you haven't locked the door. And your devout housemate bursts in, yelling 'Guys, I need a lift to the hospital! My dad's just died!'





Now imagine failing to keep a straight face.

Oh. God.
(That's Just Not Funny, Wed 3 Dec 2008, 21:25, 3 replies)

That is utterly terrible.
And I know full well that if I was in a similar situation, I'd laugh my head off too. I feel ashamed just thinking about it.
(Uncle Comrade, Wed 3 Dec 2008, 23:57, closed)

I can't! I'd laugh everytime!
Of course I'd never get myself into that kind of situation...

...for that you actually have to be having sex :(
(suicidalducky has too much time on his hands, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 3:37, closed)

Click!
just terrible, there but for the grace of God...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 10:40, closed)