Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Yesterday Mr Clapper and his mate went to watch the historic England v Oz cricket- dressed as pirates.
There was every need for them to get hideously drunk- it's traditional.
There was no need for me to think it was a good idea to go and meet them at 8.30 pm when I was stone cold sober, and they really really weren't.
There was probably also a need (or at least an unavoidable effect) for them to be incapable of doing anything else than slap at each other feebly with plastic swords (usually hitting me)whilst going 'Gaaarr!'.
There was absolutely no need for Mr Clapper to decide it would be a good idea to start hacking away at my fanny with the sword in the pub garden. And for his mate to then spill pintage all over my fags.
There was a righteous revenge need for me to take them to the local biker pub in full fancy dress, wait until they sat down, and then persuade the locals to come out from behind the bar and wordlessly brandish their very real, very sharp Japanese broadswords. And battleaxe.
My need to *snigger* was beyond words.
( , Mon 20 Jun 2005, 10:57, Reply)
Yesterday Mr Clapper and his mate went to watch the historic England v Oz cricket- dressed as pirates.
There was every need for them to get hideously drunk- it's traditional.
There was no need for me to think it was a good idea to go and meet them at 8.30 pm when I was stone cold sober, and they really really weren't.
There was probably also a need (or at least an unavoidable effect) for them to be incapable of doing anything else than slap at each other feebly with plastic swords (usually hitting me)whilst going 'Gaaarr!'.
There was absolutely no need for Mr Clapper to decide it would be a good idea to start hacking away at my fanny with the sword in the pub garden. And for his mate to then spill pintage all over my fags.
There was a righteous revenge need for me to take them to the local biker pub in full fancy dress, wait until they sat down, and then persuade the locals to come out from behind the bar and wordlessly brandish their very real, very sharp Japanese broadswords. And battleaxe.
My need to *snigger* was beyond words.
( , Mon 20 Jun 2005, 10:57, Reply)
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