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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Have you ever noticed
there's a directly proportional relationship between how much you like and want to impress your host, and how colossal, smelly and/or unflushably buoyant the shits you do in their toilet are?
( , Sat 8 Jan 2011, 1:21, 4 replies)
there's a directly proportional relationship between how much you like and want to impress your host, and how colossal, smelly and/or unflushably buoyant the shits you do in their toilet are?
( , Sat 8 Jan 2011, 1:21, 4 replies)
Ha ha very true
The first time I ever met my wife-to-be's parents I was staying at their house over the weekend, and yes, my shits were huge, stinky, black, and refused to flush. I ended up gently draping toilet paper over them in an attempt to make them look more decorative, but it didn't work.
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The first time I ever met my wife-to-be's parents I was staying at their house over the weekend, and yes, my shits were huge, stinky, black, and refused to flush. I ended up gently draping toilet paper over them in an attempt to make them look more decorative, but it didn't work.
( , Sat 8 Jan 2011, 13:51, closed)
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