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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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During my then girlfriend and my first attempt to dance the naked mambo, my parents decided to have an argument in the garden about the fact that my mum had left the sausages on the grill too long and charred them.
This was 1993. Shortly after David Careshs lot burnt themselves in Waco texas.
The noise was distracting enough.
But when my my dad then in a fit of rage started throwing sausages around the garden and screamed: "Angela, What the fuck is this supposed to be?? David Caresh's dick?" the lady insisted she wanted to leave.
Had her two years later though, and she was pants.
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 11:30, Reply)
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