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Broke the bank at Las Vegas, or won a packet of smokes for getting your tinkle out in class? Outrageous, heroic or plain stupid bets.
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( , Thu 7 May 2009, 13:04)
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I've been trying to think of an answer to this weeks question, when all of a sudden it clicked into place. I'm known to quite a lot of people by a stupid bet I made.
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It was January 2005, and a younger Agnostic was at his girlfriend's at the time. Her Mum was out for the night, but had left a considerable amount of alcohol for us, so the gf had invited her friend over.
As the night went on, conversation started to get dirtier and dirtier, with my gf telling her friend all the things I did that got her off (well, all 3 of them). The friend is starting to look more and more interested, and starts giving me the eye. I notice this clearly. Unfortunately, so does the gf, and she does not look impressed.
At this point the conversation changes, as I was mildly afraid of getting my head ripped off for even looking at another girl. Conversation then slips to football, and how Liverpool would of course beat United the next day, I'm so confident I'd bet on it. I told them to think of the bet, while I disappeared to drain my rather full bladder.
I come back downstairs and they're rather enjoying the taste of each others tonsils (God bless what alcohol does to 16 year old girls!), and I'm quite happy for them to carry on. They then turn to me, and announce they've thought of a bet. If I lose, they get to do whatever they like to me (they made it rather ambiguous what it'd be). I then said if I won, I'd get to do what I like to them (and yes, it would include many many filthy things).
Not long after, the gf's Mum came home, and we had to cease all activity.
The next day rolls around, and we're out all day, so I've no idea what the score is. It gets to the end of the day, and I get back, flick on teletext, and see the score.
Liverpool 0-1 Manchester United.
Shit.
The missus gets a somewhat mischievous look on her face, and tells me it's time for my punishment. I follow her upstairs, somewhat hopeful.
I shouldn't have been.
If you want to know what my forfeit was, the picture is in replies...
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 14:06, 19 replies)
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for having the cojones to share that with us...shame you lost your bet !
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 14:25, closed)
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I can guarantee you I'm not anymore!
Thank you anyway though :D
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 15:23, closed)
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Purely for having the sheer balls to post that up here!
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 15:43, closed)
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...but I would. I have seen more hair on a pork scratching though...
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 16:02, closed)
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Fair enough.
Still not a particularly hairy guy now, and I'm 20!
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 16:08, closed)
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Have a click for showing us your waife-like girlie-ness in all its glory...
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 16:19, closed)
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Worth a click for balls alone (in a metaphorical sense you understand).
( , Fri 8 May 2009, 17:27, closed)
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