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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I went clubbing in Watford on Saturday night (yeah, I'm that classy) with a few people from my taekwondo club.
Walking down the high street trying to find a cab afterwards, we passed a bunch of Watford supporters. My friend Steph, a massive Chelsea supporter, decided it would be a great idea to say, "Four nil" as we passed them. It was like a red flag to a gang of tanked-up, adolescent, Burberry-clad bulls. They were not best pleased. A plethora of jibes ensued, ranging from the innocuous, "You just fancy Mourinho" to actual death threats. I was absolutely cacking it at this point because a black belt is no good when you're wearing a miniscule skirt and high heels.
Anyway, it took a few minutes of painstaking negotiation but eventually we came to a non-violent agreement. We even had some jovial banter. Unfortunately. one of the Watford boys, who looked about fifteen, took a bit of a liking to Steph, who is twenty-seven, and asked for her number.
"Sure!" she said. "Four....nil...."
All amicable relations disintegrated and we legged it down the high street. That really was going too far.
( , Mon 13 Nov 2006, 14:00, Reply)
I went clubbing in Watford on Saturday night (yeah, I'm that classy) with a few people from my taekwondo club.
Walking down the high street trying to find a cab afterwards, we passed a bunch of Watford supporters. My friend Steph, a massive Chelsea supporter, decided it would be a great idea to say, "Four nil" as we passed them. It was like a red flag to a gang of tanked-up, adolescent, Burberry-clad bulls. They were not best pleased. A plethora of jibes ensued, ranging from the innocuous, "You just fancy Mourinho" to actual death threats. I was absolutely cacking it at this point because a black belt is no good when you're wearing a miniscule skirt and high heels.
Anyway, it took a few minutes of painstaking negotiation but eventually we came to a non-violent agreement. We even had some jovial banter. Unfortunately. one of the Watford boys, who looked about fifteen, took a bit of a liking to Steph, who is twenty-seven, and asked for her number.
"Sure!" she said. "Four....nil...."
All amicable relations disintegrated and we legged it down the high street. That really was going too far.
( , Mon 13 Nov 2006, 14:00, Reply)
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