That's when I knew it was over...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.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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DammitWhen I was 17 I needed somewhere to live, and my 16yr old catholic girlfriend's lovely parents let me crash in their spare room.
2 weeks later I had to sit in the car outside the family planning while her mum put her on the pill. 3 days later the living room had 3 nuns talking loudly about "living in sin".
That was enough..
(, Fri 22 Jul 2005, 2:29, Reply)
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