
Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
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A good few years back, I'd been good friends with a girl and she was off to work overseas for a year, so she decided she'd have a bit of a do for some of her friends to say goodbye. I was invited.
I was also the only person other than her who was at her house that night. Oh-ho, thought I, getting a distinct good feeling.
"So", she said, "Do you want to go out, or will we just stay in with a drink and a video?" I opted for the latter option. Fewer opportunities for interruption, I figured. So we went and got a few bottles of wine, and sat down to watch a film with drink and some food. All good so far.
I don't remember much about the film to be honest, although I do recall seeing a nice pair of tits in it. Unfortunately that was the only pair I was going to see that evening. I seemed to have consumed rather a lot of wine, and by the time bed was suggested, I eagerly stood up, then sat down again in a hurry as my balance wasn't all it should have been. I stood up again, more carefully this time, and just at that point, my innards started to rumble a bit.
"Bugger", I thought. "I'm going to let rip with a big fart, just at the critical point". And as it happens, I did. There was no holding it in, and out came a serious expulsion of gas.
That was bad enough, but I then felt a damp, heavy warmth not normally associated with simple gaseous emissions. Yes, for the only time I can recall in adult life, I had shat myself.
"I think I need to go to the toilet", quoth I.
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea", she agreed, having guessed the nature of my plight (possibly by the vile aroma emanating from my nether regions, and my now very odd gait).
I slept in the spare bed that night. Never did get any from her.
( , Wed 28 May 2014, 21:11, 2 replies)

Nonetheless, I am having a laugh at your expense.
( , Wed 28 May 2014, 21:44, closed)

You should have either stuck to lager, in which case you could have simply blamed getting brewer's droop on her being ugly, or gin. Because gin makes a man mean.
( , Thu 29 May 2014, 0:09, closed)
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