
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Well.. i was once aquainted a family, a member of which very closely resembled "Nanny" in Count Duckula. (For those who don't know, that means pudgy and fat)
One day she failed to turn up when expected, and her dad was quizzed...
"she broke her ankle" was the answer
"ahhhh" sez we ... "how did she manage that?"
"Well..." he says, lowering his head in shame, "she just stood up, and it crushed the joint"
we were a little drunk, so totally failed to suppress the helpless laughter.
( , Wed 8 Sep 2004, 11:50, Reply)
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