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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 14:20)
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When I were a nipperof about 12, I was staying over a mate's house one night. As we were getting ready to hit the hay, I realized I'd left my bag of toiletries and clean undies downstairs, so off I trot to get it.
I enter the lounge to find said mate's father sat with his legs somewhat akimbo, no trousers on, a pillow over his groin, and a frozen pale look of terror on his face. I look at the tv and porn is playing.
What could I do? I mumbled something like "bag" while pointing at the carrier bag by the sofa, desperately avoiding eye contact, retrieved said bag and hastily exited. I never did tell my mate that his dad's a wanker.
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Damocles wants no part of your debauchery, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 11:47,
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I'm sure your mate has managed to figure it out for himself.Good story!
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 11:58,
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