When I met the parents
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
When my g/f first met my parents for lunch, my Dad leant over and ate food off her plate. My mother was mortified, I was a bit confused, she thought it was wonderfull and that she'd been accepted.
We at B3ta are sure you've had worse than this though... tell us all about it.
( , Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
« Go Back
i wasn't going out with him yet
but this party was the catalyst for good things to come:
it was a friend's 18th and he had a pirate themed birthday party.
unfortunately at the time i was on a course of anti-biotics. but i couldn't let that stop me from getting as drunk as a pirate so the rum (or jack and coke) flowed freely.
the time came for the family of the 18yr old to go to bed so us pirates decided to go into town to continue partying.
by this point, the alcohol had started to react with my anti-biotics and i became a delirious spewing mess, so my soon-to-be boyfriend took me just next door to his parents house.
his lovely mother held my sword and my hair out of my face while i proceeded to 'call ralph on the big porcelain phone'... and i'm pretty sure i farted a couple of times from the heaving...........
any time pirates are mentioned now, i get a dig in the ribs
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 8:21, Reply)
but this party was the catalyst for good things to come:
it was a friend's 18th and he had a pirate themed birthday party.
unfortunately at the time i was on a course of anti-biotics. but i couldn't let that stop me from getting as drunk as a pirate so the rum (or jack and coke) flowed freely.
the time came for the family of the 18yr old to go to bed so us pirates decided to go into town to continue partying.
by this point, the alcohol had started to react with my anti-biotics and i became a delirious spewing mess, so my soon-to-be boyfriend took me just next door to his parents house.
his lovely mother held my sword and my hair out of my face while i proceeded to 'call ralph on the big porcelain phone'... and i'm pretty sure i farted a couple of times from the heaving...........
any time pirates are mentioned now, i get a dig in the ribs
( , Fri 20 May 2005, 8:21, Reply)
« Go Back