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Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
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My "boon"
I was probably about a year or two old when this happened. My parents decided to ride their bikes out to some nice family restaurant, with me in the baby seat.
Well, since I was a wee little one, the nice people at the restaurant gave me a balloon. I loved that balloon. It was like the toddler equivalent of a diamond ring.
So I'm riding on the baby seat of my mom's bike back home, basking in the presence of my precious balloon. All of the sudden, another biker came by and crashed into us.
I could've had a broken bone or serious internal bleeding, but that didn't phase me at all. I watched in agony as my balloon floated away, and I started bawling.
The whole rest of the ride home, I was crying "My boon! My Boon!" My parents ran around town all night trying to find me another balloon. But I'm sure it wouldn't be the same.
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 15:23, Reply)
I was probably about a year or two old when this happened. My parents decided to ride their bikes out to some nice family restaurant, with me in the baby seat.
Well, since I was a wee little one, the nice people at the restaurant gave me a balloon. I loved that balloon. It was like the toddler equivalent of a diamond ring.
So I'm riding on the baby seat of my mom's bike back home, basking in the presence of my precious balloon. All of the sudden, another biker came by and crashed into us.
I could've had a broken bone or serious internal bleeding, but that didn't phase me at all. I watched in agony as my balloon floated away, and I started bawling.
The whole rest of the ride home, I was crying "My boon! My Boon!" My parents ran around town all night trying to find me another balloon. But I'm sure it wouldn't be the same.
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 15:23, Reply)
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