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.
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( , 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)
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It's very dark in here.....
It was always going to be a bit awkward. My parents don’t say a lot at the best of times, and hardly leave the house much these days. The girl I had been seeing for the last week or so was absolutely terrified, and was always moaning. I know that a week isn’t that long, but I knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. The starter and main coarse pasted without a word uttered between them. I tried to lighten the atmosphere by tucking my penis between my legs and singing “I’m a lady, I’m a lady”. My Man-gina dancing did nothing to help. My parents just sat there slumped in their chairs, staring into space, and my girl just would’nt sit still, always squirming about on her seat. I asked my dad what he thought of my “bird”. He just buried his head in his desert. Always the drinker! My Mum was fine, till the dog snapped off her arm, then my girl started to cry and pissed herself. Disaster! I didn’t think it could get any worse, then police turned up. Untied and un-gagged my girl, and took my parents rotten corpses away. Oh how WE laugh about it now! Don’t WE? No, WE don’t. I do. Yes, but you’re a little odd. God, my teeth are itchy.
(goes back to drawing perfect circles in human excrement)
( , Tue 24 May 2005, 16:29, Reply)
It was always going to be a bit awkward. My parents don’t say a lot at the best of times, and hardly leave the house much these days. The girl I had been seeing for the last week or so was absolutely terrified, and was always moaning. I know that a week isn’t that long, but I knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. The starter and main coarse pasted without a word uttered between them. I tried to lighten the atmosphere by tucking my penis between my legs and singing “I’m a lady, I’m a lady”. My Man-gina dancing did nothing to help. My parents just sat there slumped in their chairs, staring into space, and my girl just would’nt sit still, always squirming about on her seat. I asked my dad what he thought of my “bird”. He just buried his head in his desert. Always the drinker! My Mum was fine, till the dog snapped off her arm, then my girl started to cry and pissed herself. Disaster! I didn’t think it could get any worse, then police turned up. Untied and un-gagged my girl, and took my parents rotten corpses away. Oh how WE laugh about it now! Don’t WE? No, WE don’t. I do. Yes, but you’re a little odd. God, my teeth are itchy.
(goes back to drawing perfect circles in human excrement)
( , Tue 24 May 2005, 16:29, Reply)
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