Failed
On my third driving test, I turned right out of the test centre, reached a pedestrian crossing, attempted to run over a little old lady, was prevented from doing so by the examiner grabbing the wheel, then proceeded straight back to the test centre.
The drive home was very, very quiet. I've never felt such a complete failure.
What have you failed at?
( , Fri 5 Jan 2007, 10:21)
On my third driving test, I turned right out of the test centre, reached a pedestrian crossing, attempted to run over a little old lady, was prevented from doing so by the examiner grabbing the wheel, then proceeded straight back to the test centre.
The drive home was very, very quiet. I've never felt such a complete failure.
What have you failed at?
( , Fri 5 Jan 2007, 10:21)
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Completely failing to pull
Completely failed at pulling a bloke I'd fancied for ages when I finally got an opportunity!
My 18th birthday, out on the lash in Stockton (big up the downstairs of the Talbot - ah, memories!!). Half the pubs had some kind of power cut so not much draught beer/lager available - so we went on the barley wine as our aperitif. After consuming many many barley wines amongst other drinks in several pubs we ended up on 'The Boat' floating nightclub (I led a classy social life then!). I met a guy I'd fancied for ages but hadn't stood a chance with in the past … and he was talking to me … bliss, happy f'ing birthday, Norma!! However, the slight movement of the boat combined with mixing my drinks (well, I was young & stupid(er) in those days) meant an upward shift in my liquid consumption. I was homing in for a kiss when …. oh dear. I chucked up the lot - down his front. Not the most compelling or attractive way to pull! His shirt, jeans & shoes were covered, and there was even some floating in his pint glass!
I got me coat!
( , Tue 9 Jan 2007, 11:03, Reply)
Completely failed at pulling a bloke I'd fancied for ages when I finally got an opportunity!
My 18th birthday, out on the lash in Stockton (big up the downstairs of the Talbot - ah, memories!!). Half the pubs had some kind of power cut so not much draught beer/lager available - so we went on the barley wine as our aperitif. After consuming many many barley wines amongst other drinks in several pubs we ended up on 'The Boat' floating nightclub (I led a classy social life then!). I met a guy I'd fancied for ages but hadn't stood a chance with in the past … and he was talking to me … bliss, happy f'ing birthday, Norma!! However, the slight movement of the boat combined with mixing my drinks (well, I was young & stupid(er) in those days) meant an upward shift in my liquid consumption. I was homing in for a kiss when …. oh dear. I chucked up the lot - down his front. Not the most compelling or attractive way to pull! His shirt, jeans & shoes were covered, and there was even some floating in his pint glass!
I got me coat!
( , Tue 9 Jan 2007, 11:03, Reply)
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