I've always shuddered in horror at the thought of a school reunion, BUT
...there was a moment, ten years ago or so, when I was flying regularly to California for a music company and making enough money there to spend nine months a year just partying with my Brazilian girlfriend, when I really, really wanted to go to one. "What's that you say? You're a buyer for Aldi? And you married that plump girl with the lazy eye who lived three doors down from you? A Ford Mondeo, really?"

God, I'm shallow sometimes. Thankfully the reunion never happened, so I didn't develop a life-threatening croissant habit.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 23 Sep 2011, 14:56, 2 replies)

That's like the
friendsreunited curse, isn't it?

All the milkmen and timeshare salesmen don't bother signing up.

You just get the 2 or 3 people from every class who got to be bond traders waving their dicks at each other.
(username failed moderation, Fri 23 Sep 2011, 15:09, closed)

I went to a school 10 year reunion a few years ago. It was absolutely hateful.
It was exactly the same, but people were flashing their fags instead of bumming them.

At one point, there was an exchange of business cards.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 23 Sep 2011, 15:44, closed)