Funnily enough, I was on my way to my girlfriend's house for a very special evening we'd had planned for a long time. Unusually I was walking there and en route, a phonebox was ringing. Curiosity got the better of me and I answered. Knowing what I do now, that was a big mistake.

You see, no sooner had I answered it than I fell asleep in the box. Only the person at the other end knows why because I had every medical test imaginable without result so it must have been something they did. Unfortunately I've no idea who that was.

But anyway, I got back up, ran to my girlfriend's place except I'd ruined everything and she simply couldn't forgive me. Really, it might seem harsh but I'd broken her trust, albeit through no fault of my own. Over the next few months, the stress of the break-up caused me to lose my job which meant I lost my house and had to move into a crumby bedsit and generally watch my life slowly rust away. When I look back on it, I guess it just takes one random shit on the other end of a phoneline to screw up your life with his callous disregard for you. Now if only I knew who it was, I'd take my revenge out on him, ruining his life as thoroughly as he ruined mine but I guess that's never going to happen.
(johnson, Sat 3 Jul 2010, 18:02, 1 reply)

I know who that was
Paul Fucking Daniels!
(Helmut McBucket invites you to pull his finger on, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 0:57, closed)

Made me laugh! :)

(viciousal, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 10:29, closed)