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)
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I was asked by her broad Yorkshire accented ex-quarryman dad:
"'Ere, you're a bloke. What do you do for itchy balls? I've tried everything: TCP, udder cream.." (What the hell is udder cream?)
Not wanting to seem shocked, I simply asked if he'd tried washing them.
(, Mon 23 May 2005, 23:21, Reply)
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