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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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damn vodka...
Another drinking related story...
There's a club in Nottingham (Isis) that's renowned for being truly shit, and as such you have to get absolutly shit-faced to go. Cue a bottle of export strength smirnoff, I remember making one of my usual 50:50 vodka:lemonade concoctions. I went to the bar, had a pint, remember spilling it a bit and getting quite drunk.
Next thing I rememeber I'm being woken up by the hall secretary, after she found a cash card of mine. I knocked on my friends room, "Did I go out last night?", "Yes, you did.". I then noticed the bottle of vodka was empty (a 0.7l one). Then I realised I had lost my wallet and phone. A trip to the Natwest revealed some pikey fucker had also stolen £250 out of my account.
Apparently I had to be propped up to get into the club, and nobody saw me for most of the night. I don't remember going to or coming back from the club, and it took me bloody 17months to get my money back from the natwest (fucker had walked into the bank and faked my signiture).
( , Sat 4 Dec 2004, 21:09, Reply)
Another drinking related story...
There's a club in Nottingham (Isis) that's renowned for being truly shit, and as such you have to get absolutly shit-faced to go. Cue a bottle of export strength smirnoff, I remember making one of my usual 50:50 vodka:lemonade concoctions. I went to the bar, had a pint, remember spilling it a bit and getting quite drunk.
Next thing I rememeber I'm being woken up by the hall secretary, after she found a cash card of mine. I knocked on my friends room, "Did I go out last night?", "Yes, you did.". I then noticed the bottle of vodka was empty (a 0.7l one). Then I realised I had lost my wallet and phone. A trip to the Natwest revealed some pikey fucker had also stolen £250 out of my account.
Apparently I had to be propped up to get into the club, and nobody saw me for most of the night. I don't remember going to or coming back from the club, and it took me bloody 17months to get my money back from the natwest (fucker had walked into the bank and faked my signiture).
( , Sat 4 Dec 2004, 21:09, Reply)
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