My Saviour
Labour leader Ed Miliband recently dashed into the middle of a road to save a fallen cyclist. Who has come to your rescue? Have you ever been the rescuer?
( , Thu 9 May 2013, 13:29)
Labour leader Ed Miliband recently dashed into the middle of a road to save a fallen cyclist. Who has come to your rescue? Have you ever been the rescuer?
( , Thu 9 May 2013, 13:29)
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Caveat emptor.
I had a Great Aunt Beatrice until a couple of years ago.
She had a fairly good life, well educated she and her hubby worked hard to get what they wanted and did the best for their 2 kids.
Unfortunately he popped his clogs in his 50's from a heart attack, but as she was a young bride she still was fit and vivacious enough to enjoy herself a couple of years after she had gotten over his death. Which she did.
As part of her rebirth Aunty Bea started to go out with some younger (than her) men. And iteration they steadily got younger.
Don't get me wrong - she wasn't just going for the "young & dumb and full of cum" guys (there were a few tho) for the most part these guys were all up and coming professionals that she had met in pubs, wine bars, clubs & even the student union bar.
To her they were a "bit of fluff" or somesuch term - despite her liberated open mindedness she was still a baby boomer and tended to delve into Benny Hill territory when talking about her conquests. To them she was the fit cougar/GILF who clearly enjoyed the good life and was prepared to share it with whoever could keep up. Of course her children didn't see it this way and were often skeptical if no t hostile to about many of her youthful suitors.
Eventually she settled into a relation with a young man who specialised in in wealth management. And finally the day came where she organised a dinner to introduce him to her children.
After a sumptuous meal at a swanky restaurant they were all sipping their coffees when he son got up the gumption to challenge her about her latest beau. He asked her as to how she'd seen so many doctors, engineers, and other professionals, this guy was different?
"Well" she purred, as only a lady in her situation could,
"Finacially he is my savvy Oooo-wer"
Apologies?
Seeing the way many of the non-story posters perceive me - none at all.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 8:12, 25 replies)
I had a Great Aunt Beatrice until a couple of years ago.
She had a fairly good life, well educated she and her hubby worked hard to get what they wanted and did the best for their 2 kids.
Unfortunately he popped his clogs in his 50's from a heart attack, but as she was a young bride she still was fit and vivacious enough to enjoy herself a couple of years after she had gotten over his death. Which she did.
As part of her rebirth Aunty Bea started to go out with some younger (than her) men. And iteration they steadily got younger.
Don't get me wrong - she wasn't just going for the "young & dumb and full of cum" guys (there were a few tho) for the most part these guys were all up and coming professionals that she had met in pubs, wine bars, clubs & even the student union bar.
To her they were a "bit of fluff" or somesuch term - despite her liberated open mindedness she was still a baby boomer and tended to delve into Benny Hill territory when talking about her conquests. To them she was the fit cougar/GILF who clearly enjoyed the good life and was prepared to share it with whoever could keep up. Of course her children didn't see it this way and were often skeptical if no t hostile to about many of her youthful suitors.
Eventually she settled into a relation with a young man who specialised in in wealth management. And finally the day came where she organised a dinner to introduce him to her children.
After a sumptuous meal at a swanky restaurant they were all sipping their coffees when he son got up the gumption to challenge her about her latest beau. He asked her as to how she'd seen so many doctors, engineers, and other professionals, this guy was different?
"Well" she purred, as only a lady in her situation could,
"Finacially he is my savvy Oooo-wer"
Apologies?
Seeing the way many of the non-story posters perceive me - none at all.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 8:12, 25 replies)
*glug glug glug*
*hic*
"Time to post on /qotw"
*hic*
*taptaptaptap*
"Hee hee"
*hic*
*taptaptaptap*
"Hilarious, just need to click the button..."
*hic*
*click*
...
*glug glug glug*
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 8:31, closed)
*hic*
"Time to post on /qotw"
*hic*
*taptaptaptap*
"Hee hee"
*hic*
*taptaptaptap*
"Hilarious, just need to click the button..."
*hic*
*click*
...
*glug glug glug*
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 8:31, closed)
As dry as your mother's vagina.
Actually.
You be the judge as to my sobriety.
EDIT: I'm sorry mm, I shouldn't make jokes about you mum. Especially after Mother's Day.
How about - "I'm as dry a vermouth, ginger-ale, vehrdello spritzer?"
Cheers.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 8:36, closed)
Actually.
You be the judge as to my sobriety.
EDIT: I'm sorry mm, I shouldn't make jokes about you mum. Especially after Mother's Day.
How about - "I'm as dry a vermouth, ginger-ale, vehrdello spritzer?"
Cheers.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 8:36, closed)
You're probably just an inconsiderate lover.
For a sober person, you have a knack of posting like you're venting pent up regret through a fog a sauce, though.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:07, closed)
For a sober person, you have a knack of posting like you're venting pent up regret through a fog a sauce, though.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:07, closed)
Cheers.
Here's hoping that this thread goes nuclear (your previous effort will take some beating, though).
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 10:10, closed)
Here's hoping that this thread goes nuclear (your previous effort will take some beating, though).
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 10:10, closed)
Yes - you're right. I don't imagine our replying to each other will generate any interest.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 14:51, closed)
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 14:51, closed)
Should I rescue it?
It seems only fair after taking away his username.
Or ... you know ... fuck him.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 18:04, closed)
It seems only fair after taking away his username.
Or ... you know ... fuck him.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 18:04, closed)
There ain't room for two such devastating beauties on one board.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 19:46, closed)
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 19:46, closed)
Ha!
And a slightly kinder explanation than the tragic scenario of a sober person posting this witless, humour-free bilge.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:18, closed)
And a slightly kinder explanation than the tragic scenario of a sober person posting this witless, humour-free bilge.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:18, closed)
So even when you're doing the very thing you complain about, you're getting upset about some internet thinking you're a bellend.
Tragic.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:17, closed)
Tragic.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:17, closed)
Cheer up, you tragic fuck.
You've hit rock bottom now. There's no point going on about it.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:36, closed)
You've hit rock bottom now. There's no point going on about it.
( , Mon 13 May 2013, 9:36, closed)
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