House Guests
"Last week," Ungersven confesses, "I vomited over almost everything in a friend's spare room. The only thing to escape the deluge was the rather attractive (alas engaged) French girl who was sharing the bed with me." Tell us about nightmare guests or Fred West-a-like hosts.
( , Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:20)
"Last week," Ungersven confesses, "I vomited over almost everything in a friend's spare room. The only thing to escape the deluge was the rather attractive (alas engaged) French girl who was sharing the bed with me." Tell us about nightmare guests or Fred West-a-like hosts.
( , Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:20)
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German exchange partner
When I was about 15 our school linked up with another in Germany, so next thing we know we've got some kids over, staying for a fortnight.
My exchange partner was easily the fattest of the bunch. He appeared to sweat 24-7, and went two weeks without washing - only heaving his massive bulk into the shower the day before he left.
While he may have slammed my legs in a car door, made me late for school on a number of occasions, and wandered away into a strange town and got lost, what really pissed me off was the fat cunt's appetite.
In a boldly stereotypical display, he grabbed any food on the table. Basically the idea of sharing was completely alien to him.
In his first visit to a British chippy, he demanded the biggest fish supper no matter what anyone said about portion sizes. When we got home, he unwrapped it, grabbed the ketchup, and covered every last bit of the fish supper in red sauce until you couldn't see anything else poking through, picked four chips off the top, then added the very last of the ketchup to hide the bare patches he'd made, then put them down, saying: "I don't want these".
Fat cunt!
Ok, there are far worse things people could do as house guests, but I really want to hammer home how much of a fat ignorant cunt he was.
( , Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:58, 1 reply)
When I was about 15 our school linked up with another in Germany, so next thing we know we've got some kids over, staying for a fortnight.
My exchange partner was easily the fattest of the bunch. He appeared to sweat 24-7, and went two weeks without washing - only heaving his massive bulk into the shower the day before he left.
While he may have slammed my legs in a car door, made me late for school on a number of occasions, and wandered away into a strange town and got lost, what really pissed me off was the fat cunt's appetite.
In a boldly stereotypical display, he grabbed any food on the table. Basically the idea of sharing was completely alien to him.
In his first visit to a British chippy, he demanded the biggest fish supper no matter what anyone said about portion sizes. When we got home, he unwrapped it, grabbed the ketchup, and covered every last bit of the fish supper in red sauce until you couldn't see anything else poking through, picked four chips off the top, then added the very last of the ketchup to hide the bare patches he'd made, then put them down, saying: "I don't want these".
Fat cunt!
Ok, there are far worse things people could do as house guests, but I really want to hammer home how much of a fat ignorant cunt he was.
( , Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:58, 1 reply)
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