
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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Me and girlfriend... well ex girlfriend.
Stood in a coffee shop buying some grade A parpnuggets, when a nutty looking cross eyed chap in a dirty mac walked in. He stood about 3 feet away from us with a massive butterfly knife in his hand. STARING at my girlfriend.
I was blunted so sat there dribbling, thinking... hmmm.. hope we dont get stabbed. The coffee shop owners were like "get out! leave them alone! go on! shoo!"
knife-wielding nutbar stumbles out of coffee shop and thats that.
However, whilst leaving, i made a concious decision to let the girl i was with walk out first... the logic behind such a decision? "If he's lurking outside... she'll get stabbed first."
at that point i thought... hmmm.. maybe this isn't "the one"
what a pussy hey? i still think about it and cringe.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 14:25, Reply)
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