Quite an old story...
About two years ago, I was invited out to Grantham by my friend Melissa. Whilst there, she introduced me to her friend Jemma. With a J. I liked Jemma. We got on like a house on fire, and by the end of the night, she was feeding me a potato.

Don't ask.

The following day, I text her, saying how much fun I had. She texts back agreeing, and wonders if I want to meet her Wednesday. I agree.

On Monday, I said hello, and she asked why I hadn't been texting her. "Oh, but I have been" I reply. I then check my phone logs.

Hmm.

Seems I'd been texting my ex-girlfriend Gemma - with a G - all weekend. And she wanted to meet up with me.

This shouldn't happen in real-life.

EDIT: The potato story is quiote humerous, but not really a 'dumb things' story. I shall post it if it's on the popular page :)
(__, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:43, 4 replies)

Funnily enough
I'm still highly intrigued about the baked potato.
(LordMatthius http://www.justgiving.com/marathon-matt2009, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 13:29, closed)

Baked
It may actually have been raw. Its status was unspecified.

Do tell, Friz...
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 13:34, closed)

To find out about the potato, click "I like this"!

(__, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 13:41, closed)

less than cunning
but still a ruse anyway ;)
(brocky, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 17:16, closed)