Things we do to fit in
"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
( , Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
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Thank you
My mum always wanted me to fit in. When I was growing up she was incessantly badgering me to conform to societal norms. If somebody gave me a gift or held a door open for me, that sort of thing, she would always say:
'Now then, Spanky - say 'thank you.'
I was always a polite boy anyway and always said please and thank you, so it used to bug the hell out of me.
So, fast forward a few years. I was nineteen, up in Manchester Uni having a whale of a time. And on one fateful night there a girl (technically a girl although my mates named her Manchild), was kind enough to take me back to her flat and let me have my ten seconds of ecstacy rummaging round inside her guts. Cherry well and truly popped.
Moments after I'd finished, I turned to her and held her hand as tenderly as I could after more Stella than is normaly humanly possible to consume, and I looked her ernestly in the eye and said:
'Thank you.'
And she went fucking mental.
Note to self: Dont thank people for letting you have sex with them, it makes them feel like a prostitue.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:27, 21 replies)
My mum always wanted me to fit in. When I was growing up she was incessantly badgering me to conform to societal norms. If somebody gave me a gift or held a door open for me, that sort of thing, she would always say:
'Now then, Spanky - say 'thank you.'
I was always a polite boy anyway and always said please and thank you, so it used to bug the hell out of me.
So, fast forward a few years. I was nineteen, up in Manchester Uni having a whale of a time. And on one fateful night there a girl (technically a girl although my mates named her Manchild), was kind enough to take me back to her flat and let me have my ten seconds of ecstacy rummaging round inside her guts. Cherry well and truly popped.
Moments after I'd finished, I turned to her and held her hand as tenderly as I could after more Stella than is normaly humanly possible to consume, and I looked her ernestly in the eye and said:
'Thank you.'
And she went fucking mental.
Note to self: Dont thank people for letting you have sex with them, it makes them feel like a prostitue.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:27, 21 replies)
"ten seconds of ecstacy rummaging round inside her guts"
wonderful prose, love it :)
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:51, closed)
wonderful prose, love it :)
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:51, closed)
"ten seconds of ecstacy rummaging round inside her guts"
The most romantic line I've ever heard...
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 10:27, closed)
The most romantic line I've ever heard...
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 10:27, closed)
You, sir
Are beginning to scare me.
You are a similar age to me
You went to the same university as me
You dress like me
You even look a bit like me.
Your mother sounds like mine.
And we share the same politeness gene, because I have made this same, terrible, mistake too.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:15, closed)
Are beginning to scare me.
You are a similar age to me
You went to the same university as me
You dress like me
You even look a bit like me.
Your mother sounds like mine.
And we share the same politeness gene, because I have made this same, terrible, mistake too.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:15, closed)
Now,
I'm not gay or anything. But maybe we should meet up and make sweet manlove? I mean, wouldn't that technically be like having a wank, what with us essentially being the same person? Wear something nice and have a shave... I do hate the feeling of razor burn on my arse crack.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:32, closed)
I'm not gay or anything. But maybe we should meet up and make sweet manlove? I mean, wouldn't that technically be like having a wank, what with us essentially being the same person? Wear something nice and have a shave... I do hate the feeling of razor burn on my arse crack.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:32, closed)
Ha!
I'll have to try that one... But giving marks out of ten is a definite no no.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 13:33, closed)
I'll have to try that one... But giving marks out of ten is a definite no no.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 13:33, closed)
Do I know you?
This reminds me of a guy who, seconds after spluffing, said to me,
"Hmm ... Thank you, that was pleasant."
Just pleasant? Err ... Thanks?
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 13:48, closed)
This reminds me of a guy who, seconds after spluffing, said to me,
"Hmm ... Thank you, that was pleasant."
Just pleasant? Err ... Thanks?
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 13:48, closed)
Pleasant is ok,
if he'd have said: 'Fuck me, I thought you were a corpse.' That would be bad... The worst one I've ever had is when a girl I was with started crying just after... God, that was awkward...
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 13:59, closed)
if he'd have said: 'Fuck me, I thought you were a corpse.' That would be bad... The worst one I've ever had is when a girl I was with started crying just after... God, that was awkward...
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 13:59, closed)
That is brilliant
still, i went for the alternative approach of throwing my hands up in the air and shouting
"Yes, number 4!".
It wasn't that that killed the mood.
It was my flaccid victory dance afterwards.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2009, 12:02, closed)
still, i went for the alternative approach of throwing my hands up in the air and shouting
"Yes, number 4!".
It wasn't that that killed the mood.
It was my flaccid victory dance afterwards.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2009, 12:02, closed)
I've found that 'You dirty bastard!' is about the highest form of praise
for a man.
Or even, 'You dirty, DIRTY bastard!', although it sounds a little less spontaneous.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 14:47, closed)
for a man.
Or even, 'You dirty, DIRTY bastard!', although it sounds a little less spontaneous.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 14:47, closed)
*claps*
Well done you sexual deviant, you... I've been called a dirty bastard a few times, usually when I ask a girl to slip her finger up my bum.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 14:50, closed)
Well done you sexual deviant, you... I've been called a dirty bastard a few times, usually when I ask a girl to slip her finger up my bum.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 14:50, closed)
Well, y'know, despite my jokey faux-Mexican monicker
I am in fact a female of mature years and experience, and I know all about men's muckiness.
Being called 'filthy' by the bint they've just bedded thrills the grubby little fuckers to bits. Bless.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 20:13, closed)
I am in fact a female of mature years and experience, and I know all about men's muckiness.
Being called 'filthy' by the bint they've just bedded thrills the grubby little fuckers to bits. Bless.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 20:13, closed)
My faux pas.
After doing the deed, I asked her out of sheer curiosity if she'd actually had a shower that day.
Ouch.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 15:50, closed)
After doing the deed, I asked her out of sheer curiosity if she'd actually had a shower that day.
Ouch.
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 15:50, closed)
my best was...
'...and i'm spent'
couldnt think of what else to say
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 17:51, closed)
'...and i'm spent'
couldnt think of what else to say
( , Fri 16 Jan 2009, 17:51, closed)
But worse than that
is to ring up a mate and give them a blow by blow critique of what you've just been up to.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2009, 9:14, closed)
is to ring up a mate and give them a blow by blow critique of what you've just been up to.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2009, 9:14, closed)
But that's still not as bad
As ringing the mate and giving them a blow-by-blow of what you are up to at the time.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2009, 22:19, closed)
As ringing the mate and giving them a blow-by-blow of what you are up to at the time.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2009, 22:19, closed)
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