It's ALWAYS the fat ginger girls
I wrote lists for the two particular girls involved, but they mirrored each other, so in a nutshell it comes down to:

Rape, abortion, miscarriage, borderline-alcoholism, leukemia, Rolls Royces, council estates, inheritance, miracle cures for cancer, sitting in cafes all day rather than going to the fabulous job you claim you have - but for me?

The piece de resistance was going skiing with one of the aforementioned fat munters.

I was quite apprehensive about the trip despite me being instructor level. The girl in question rolled off a list of resorts & runs she'd accomplished and I didn't know if I was going to be able to keep up - it'll be a challenge I thought. So we arrived at the resort and I probably should've realised something was up when she tried to put her ski on the wrong way round...

I decided the best course of action would be to hit a little green run to get our ski legs back. After approximately 400m I gave up and called in ski patrol to rescue her. They brought her down in a skidoo because apparently all her ligaments were torn. Not because she was a lying spaz. I made her sign up for beginner lessons.

I also made her phone her parents to cough up her share of the hotel bill when her credit card mysteriously wouldn't go through due to "office politics".

Fat ginger slag.

Funny thing is, I rarely tell people about my experiences because they are so "extraordinary" that people would assume I'm lying anyway - I've dated spies, worked for the mafia - life is out there kids, just go out and grab it!
(betty_bongo, Sat 1 Dec 2007, 10:35, Reply)