Sushi-based betrayal
After eating the best part of an entire school of tuna in my favourite sushi restaurant (not to mention drinking an entire orchards-worth of plum wine), I felt the need to chunder. I slipped away from everyone, and began yodelling in an alley. All very well and good, if a little disappointing.

Then I came back and, to compensate for my not-unnoticed disappearance, kissed my girlfriend.

With tongue.
In front of her sister, whom I was meeting for the first time.
On her birthday.

She didn't notice, and I never told her.
(a gun that fires other, smaller guns full of jizz, Sun 19 Jun 2011, 11:56, Reply)