When I met the parentsWhen 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.
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chthonic, Thu 19 May 2005, 13:27)
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When I met the parentsI'd been seeing this Irish bird for about 6 months and had never met her parents. Now I'm not white but being born and brought up in London you could never tell on the phone. Her old man, Larry, and me used to have great chats on the phone and were getting on really well. Then the bird asked me to go round to meet her folks. I walked into the front room and poor old Larry almost went into cardiac arrest. "Quick. There's a darkie in the house! Call the police". Our first meeting but not the last, unfortunately. After that, she was banned from my house, if I went to see her we had to sit in her parents front room drinking tea. Her mum even had one of their neighbours follow us for a few weeks to make sure we weren't getting up to anything. Well you pair of miserable fuckers, not only was I her 'first', but I nailed her in the Planeterium on Baker Street, Kew Gardens, in a boat on the Ally Pally boating lake and in my Cortina MKIII. Hah! Bitch left me for a copper.
(, Mon 23 May 2005, 10:43, Reply)
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