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, a proper response
I met a Serbian girl on holiday in Greece. She was hotter than a chilli enema and our intimate parts were conjoined. Only problem: she was engaged to a guy back home and wittered on about him all the time ...
... to the extent that she suggested I might like to drop him a line and introduce myself. Being a self-consciously 'artistic person' at the time, I thought the idea had a certain symmetry and penned a note.
My assumption that he would appreciate the 'symmetry' of us both nobbing his bird was somewhat misplaced. He sent me a long letter describing how he and the soul of his Montenegran grandfather were going to kill me in this life and the next and that I'd better watch my back for the rest of my time on earth.
That's when I sent her a rose by Interflora, just to needle him a bit more. Apparently he tore it to shreds. Too far?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 10:10, Reply)
I met a Serbian girl on holiday in Greece. She was hotter than a chilli enema and our intimate parts were conjoined. Only problem: she was engaged to a guy back home and wittered on about him all the time ...
... to the extent that she suggested I might like to drop him a line and introduce myself. Being a self-consciously 'artistic person' at the time, I thought the idea had a certain symmetry and penned a note.
My assumption that he would appreciate the 'symmetry' of us both nobbing his bird was somewhat misplaced. He sent me a long letter describing how he and the soul of his Montenegran grandfather were going to kill me in this life and the next and that I'd better watch my back for the rest of my time on earth.
That's when I sent her a rose by Interflora, just to needle him a bit more. Apparently he tore it to shreds. Too far?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 10:10, Reply)
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