My mate Dave and the ginger
Dave (whose real name is Chris) arranged a bet with me.

He was so confident that he would win that he didn't even want me to pay or give him anything afterwards because he would be happy with the smug satisfaction that he was right. If I won he was going to give me all of his CDs and a mighty fine collection it was too.

This bet went on for some years, and admittedly I wasn't all that far off losing, had the opportunity arisen (i.e. I was drunk enough) then I probably would have lost several times over, and not really regretted it too much.

The bet? He reckoned that I would sleep with the short, becoming-tubby, ginger, ex-girlfriend of one of our mates.

I didn't

That bastard owes me all his CDs.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 8 May 2009, 17:25, 2 replies)

There's still time to lose
that bet, mate...

Just saying...
( SpankyHanky, Fri 8 May 2009, 17:28, closed)

She might be.....
....dead


suppose could still loose though
(resistanceisfutile, Sat 9 May 2009, 12:52, closed)