Fancy Dress Failures Pt 2
Janet Aylia asks, "Did you go all-out only to find you'd fallen for the age-old 'you're the only one who dressed up' gag? Did you wrap yourself in cotton wool and ketchup and offend the local vicar by dressing as a tampon?"
( , Thu 31 Oct 2013, 20:19)
Janet Aylia asks, "Did you go all-out only to find you'd fallen for the age-old 'you're the only one who dressed up' gag? Did you wrap yourself in cotton wool and ketchup and offend the local vicar by dressing as a tampon?"
( , Thu 31 Oct 2013, 20:19)
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Fake Tits
A few years ago on Halloween eve I returned to Guildford where I had lived a couple of years previously. Over Facebook I'd been invited to a party at The Tup and the attending list included a load of old college mates, I decided to go but wanted it to be a surprise. Having arrived in G-town from Manchester I went straight to the fancy dress shop to find a costume and settled on a witches hat and a pair of fake comedy breasts, perfect social hand grenade material for my triumphant return. I arrived at the party expecting to be greeted by the old gang I'd spent so many good times with. Walking through the door expecting a hero's welcome, fake comedies on show, the place was packed......with people I didn't know, I didn't even vaguely recognise anyone expect for an ex girlfriend who fucked off as soon as she saw me. Feeling quite the twat I spent an unbearable 3 hours perched on a bar stool with only my fake comedy breasts for company texting round my mates before two of then took pity on me and turned up.
TLDR: I went to a Halloween party in Guildford wearing fake comedy breasts and I didn't know anyone.
The End
( , Sat 2 Nov 2013, 16:54, 5 replies)
A few years ago on Halloween eve I returned to Guildford where I had lived a couple of years previously. Over Facebook I'd been invited to a party at The Tup and the attending list included a load of old college mates, I decided to go but wanted it to be a surprise. Having arrived in G-town from Manchester I went straight to the fancy dress shop to find a costume and settled on a witches hat and a pair of fake comedy breasts, perfect social hand grenade material for my triumphant return. I arrived at the party expecting to be greeted by the old gang I'd spent so many good times with. Walking through the door expecting a hero's welcome, fake comedies on show, the place was packed......with people I didn't know, I didn't even vaguely recognise anyone expect for an ex girlfriend who fucked off as soon as she saw me. Feeling quite the twat I spent an unbearable 3 hours perched on a bar stool with only my fake comedy breasts for company texting round my mates before two of then took pity on me and turned up.
TLDR: I went to a Halloween party in Guildford wearing fake comedy breasts and I didn't know anyone.
The End
( , Sat 2 Nov 2013, 16:54, 5 replies)
I'm sorry
But I imagine this as a modern day version of the Blackadder episode with the comedy tits. *Click
( , Sat 2 Nov 2013, 23:50, closed)
But I imagine this as a modern day version of the Blackadder episode with the comedy tits. *Click
( , Sat 2 Nov 2013, 23:50, closed)
None of your 'mates' turned up in case the wacki bell end who thinks comedy breasts are a 'social hand grenade' was there.
( , Sun 3 Nov 2013, 8:52, closed)
The part where I said it was a surprise and the sarcasm when referring to myself as a social hand grenade obviously went over your head. Then again who cares, its a shit pointless story that isn't actually funny. I'm glad you wasted your time reading it.
( , Sun 3 Nov 2013, 19:50, closed)
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