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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It's not a real party
unless you discover hidden bottles of spirits - invariably the brandy - hidden behind the framed picture on the fridge of you both - a few weeks later.
( , Fri 7 Jan 2011, 15:38, 5 replies)
unless you discover hidden bottles of spirits - invariably the brandy - hidden behind the framed picture on the fridge of you both - a few weeks later.
( , Fri 7 Jan 2011, 15:38, 5 replies)
First off: Where?
Second off: Dear sweet Jesus no. Next thing he'll daringly use a preposition to end his sentence with. And then where would we be?
( , Fri 7 Jan 2011, 18:22, closed)
Second off: Dear sweet Jesus no. Next thing he'll daringly use a preposition to end his sentence with. And then where would we be?
( , Fri 7 Jan 2011, 18:22, closed)
To casually split one's infinitives
is to gushingly piss on the noble buds of the English tongue. It is not something we can simply acquiesce to.
( , Sat 8 Jan 2011, 1:25, closed)
is to gushingly piss on the noble buds of the English tongue. It is not something we can simply acquiesce to.
( , Sat 8 Jan 2011, 1:25, closed)
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