It's Not What It Looks Like!
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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Another "Not what it sounds like"
I was camping in the New Forest with a group of friends. It was the first night, we'd got a nice fire going and were settling in for a long night of beer, spliff and talking bollocks.
One couple, who were rather straight-laced, decided to have an early night and retired to their tent. After about half an hour of silence, we suddenly heard the girls voice, rather muffled due to clearly having a mouthful of something:
"Urgh! I don't know what to do with it!"
"Well, just swallow it then!"
As you can imagine, there was a fair amount of beer shooting out of nostrils and actual rolling-on-the-floor laughter.
Eventually, when we'd calmed down and could look them in their rather puzzled faces, we were told that they had been cooking soup, and it was the guy's experimental recipe that his GF was objecting to, nothing more.
I think I believe them...
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 11:05, 10 replies)
I was camping in the New Forest with a group of friends. It was the first night, we'd got a nice fire going and were settling in for a long night of beer, spliff and talking bollocks.
One couple, who were rather straight-laced, decided to have an early night and retired to their tent. After about half an hour of silence, we suddenly heard the girls voice, rather muffled due to clearly having a mouthful of something:
"Urgh! I don't know what to do with it!"
"Well, just swallow it then!"
As you can imagine, there was a fair amount of beer shooting out of nostrils and actual rolling-on-the-floor laughter.
Eventually, when we'd calmed down and could look them in their rather puzzled faces, we were told that they had been cooking soup, and it was the guy's experimental recipe that his GF was objecting to, nothing more.
I think I believe them...
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 11:05, 10 replies)
From this day forth, I'm very tempted to adopt "Cooking Soup" as a euphemism.
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 11:20, closed)
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 11:20, closed)
or Man-a-strain-y
Coxtail?
Frenching Onion?
Just be grateful it wasn't Brown Windsor...
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 12:15, closed)
Coxtail?
Frenching Onion?
Just be grateful it wasn't Brown Windsor...
( , Fri 10 Dec 2010, 12:15, closed)
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