Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Ok so what is the collective name? This is a bit long sorry.
(Forword - I shared domestic arrangements with a couple and one night after a late night viewing of Your Frankenstein on vid with the him part of the couple, ejected vid to be confronted with late night telly and brightly coloured visual of lady parts on some edicational program. It had arrows and labels and everything and shocked the socks of both of us)
One very drunken night out with girlie friend. She slightly more worse for wear than myself and in need of B&H. As I was making the most sense it was decided I should be the one to do all communication.
We decided it was curry time and managed to hail a taxi after being refused entrance to two curry houses in Brum city centre, decided to head for our native Moseley, they would let us in of course!
However, she needed fags and I was losing the power of speech and so when asked by the taxi driver where to, we sort of pointed and shouted the vague direction. Alcester Road, Balsall Heath we spy garage...aha FAGS! Handbrake on as we scream at driver to pull into garage. He by now is getting bit miffed that a. he still does not know our destination and b. we may have no money and not realise it.
OK Fags on board, I gaze blearily out of cab window as he asks yet again where we are going. I look across the road and spy curry house. 'There!' I shout. Eyes to ceiging he bundles us out of cab outside a very pink curry house and we shamble in.
Luckily or unluckily for us it was without licence and so we could drink no more. As my friend was lsing the use of her feet this was not all bad.
She handed me a 2p piece and told me to phone her husband so he could join us for a curry...
After about 12 attempts I managed to get hold of him and said he should join us, which he did. To his lasting regret.
He sat down next to his wife who had passed out on the table and was inhaling a Biryani. And I brought up the 'Night of the Clitoris' as it had become known. He pointed out that there had been more than one and we debated what the collective name would be..clitori? Then a large number, would that be a whoop, a gaggle, a herd of cliteri?
The waiter arrived and asked politely what our new diner would like. I asked him what was the best collective name... a gaggle or a flange of cliteri.
His face and those of the other diners told me I had gone too far.
However, I am still curious so if anyone has any thoughts....
( , Mon 13 Nov 2006, 11:17, Reply)
(Forword - I shared domestic arrangements with a couple and one night after a late night viewing of Your Frankenstein on vid with the him part of the couple, ejected vid to be confronted with late night telly and brightly coloured visual of lady parts on some edicational program. It had arrows and labels and everything and shocked the socks of both of us)
One very drunken night out with girlie friend. She slightly more worse for wear than myself and in need of B&H. As I was making the most sense it was decided I should be the one to do all communication.
We decided it was curry time and managed to hail a taxi after being refused entrance to two curry houses in Brum city centre, decided to head for our native Moseley, they would let us in of course!
However, she needed fags and I was losing the power of speech and so when asked by the taxi driver where to, we sort of pointed and shouted the vague direction. Alcester Road, Balsall Heath we spy garage...aha FAGS! Handbrake on as we scream at driver to pull into garage. He by now is getting bit miffed that a. he still does not know our destination and b. we may have no money and not realise it.
OK Fags on board, I gaze blearily out of cab window as he asks yet again where we are going. I look across the road and spy curry house. 'There!' I shout. Eyes to ceiging he bundles us out of cab outside a very pink curry house and we shamble in.
Luckily or unluckily for us it was without licence and so we could drink no more. As my friend was lsing the use of her feet this was not all bad.
She handed me a 2p piece and told me to phone her husband so he could join us for a curry...
After about 12 attempts I managed to get hold of him and said he should join us, which he did. To his lasting regret.
He sat down next to his wife who had passed out on the table and was inhaling a Biryani. And I brought up the 'Night of the Clitoris' as it had become known. He pointed out that there had been more than one and we debated what the collective name would be..clitori? Then a large number, would that be a whoop, a gaggle, a herd of cliteri?
The waiter arrived and asked politely what our new diner would like. I asked him what was the best collective name... a gaggle or a flange of cliteri.
His face and those of the other diners told me I had gone too far.
However, I am still curious so if anyone has any thoughts....
( , Mon 13 Nov 2006, 11:17, Reply)
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