The tenuosity of the below is incredible - please don't read if easily offended by tenuousness
When I was five I used to get about with this guy called Guy, and we did all the usual stuff that kids in the countryside get up to; building dens, climbing trees, setting fire to his sister's dolls - you know the sort of thing.

A couple of years ago after a band rehearsal we went to the pub opposite, and this incredibly attractive goth girl over there saw me come in, stared at me, and gave me a coy - if huge - grin.

We sat down with our drinks, and within a moment, this goth girl came over, specifically to me. Yes, boys - I AM the man.

"Are you A Vagabond?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes I am" I said, "Who are you?"

"Sophie", she said, "I'm Guy's sister."

I nearly fell off my chair. I was for that week, the coolest kid in the band bar none.

Connection? I must have seen her naked at some point when she was having her nappy changed or whatever when I was a kid.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 12:21, 8 replies)

you tenuous bastard.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 12:32, closed)

Do you
play in band?
(username failed moderation, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 12:33, closed)

Used to.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 13:00, closed)

You
should have said.
(username failed moderation, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 13:07, closed)

Oh I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to offend your sensibilities.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 13:25, closed)

Why is it always raining in your songs?

(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 18 Aug 2011, 13:15, closed)

So you used to "get about with a Guy"...?

(SonoraAeroClub "OH SWEET HELEN OF BALLS!", Thu 18 Aug 2011, 12:49, closed)

You know these private school types.

(The Luggage is haunted..., Thu 18 Aug 2011, 15:04, closed)