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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a/s/l - 19, female, in bed for second or third time with then loveoflife in our dodgy student house in the arse end of manor house that was only held up by the fungus and the mouse droppings.
loveoflife didn't actually know that this was his status. which is still no excuse for yawning, scratching his skinny white arse and saying something exceptionally offensive. hence huge row followed by devastated self jumping out of bed and having the humiliation of being unable to storm out because pants had totally disappeared. and they HAD to be found. the alternative was too hideous to contemplate.
finally getting self and pants up to attic bedroom. beyond gutted. lying in dark staring at ceiling, throat clotted with tears, eyes burning, swearing away, wondering how on earth to carry on living in same house. decide that this is it: nothing can ever be any worse than that.
wrong. then ceiling makes funny belching noise and paper tears right above the bed. 100 years of rusty rainwater pours through the crack, drowning not only me but my bed, bedding and immediately surrounding carpet in stinking brown rainwater and rodent and pigeon shit.
now there was REALLY no need for that.
( , Mon 20 Jun 2005, 14:07, Reply)
a/s/l - 19, female, in bed for second or third time with then loveoflife in our dodgy student house in the arse end of manor house that was only held up by the fungus and the mouse droppings.
loveoflife didn't actually know that this was his status. which is still no excuse for yawning, scratching his skinny white arse and saying something exceptionally offensive. hence huge row followed by devastated self jumping out of bed and having the humiliation of being unable to storm out because pants had totally disappeared. and they HAD to be found. the alternative was too hideous to contemplate.
finally getting self and pants up to attic bedroom. beyond gutted. lying in dark staring at ceiling, throat clotted with tears, eyes burning, swearing away, wondering how on earth to carry on living in same house. decide that this is it: nothing can ever be any worse than that.
wrong. then ceiling makes funny belching noise and paper tears right above the bed. 100 years of rusty rainwater pours through the crack, drowning not only me but my bed, bedding and immediately surrounding carpet in stinking brown rainwater and rodent and pigeon shit.
now there was REALLY no need for that.
( , Mon 20 Jun 2005, 14:07, Reply)
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