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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When she got back in from a night outI was up for some dirty sex with the psycho I lived with. I pulled off her knickers and got down between her legs ready to start munching the rug straight away. Just as I was getting set I noticed someone else's man custard dribbling from her vag.
Over? Yes. Shouted at her for a bit then retired to the bathroom for a nice peaceful hand shandy.
Edit: Looks like davemission suffered the same fate - still at least I didn't start stirring the porridge ;)
(, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 14:26, Reply)
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