Fancy DressTwo words that fill me with dread. Fancy Dress. Some people really get off on this - last party I went to that involved dressing up, one bloke came in a sort of fetish-nazi outfit, all tight black pvc, whips and jackboots.* Which would have been OK but it was a Eurovision party, and he'd come as Austria.
What's the worst costume you've encountered? Or worn? Or been made to wear...
*and no, it wasn't one of them royals
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chthonic, Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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Anyone know when it will be possible to surgically remove memories?Metaphorically speaking, my housemate is like the yellow, feathery star of Sesame Street. Put bluntly, I suppose one could say she is FUCKING huge. At six foot tall, and weighing in on the wrong side of thirty stone, I do not use those words lightly.
On the night of her arrival we had a big night out.
Unfortunately, my unfortunately sized housemate decided that a night in the pikey hell that is Wetherspoons would require her to wear a French Maid outfit. Until I saw her attire, I was unaware that Ann Summers had branched into making camping equipment.
The sight of her bending over, huge thong leaving nothing to the imagination will be forever burnt into my retinas.
We left her on the way to the pub. It was too terrifying. She retaliated by spreading dogshit all over the house.
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Queen of Cheesecake, Fri 13 Jan 2006, 3:25,
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