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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Cock.
My old school used to have both toilets and offices for the teachers hidden away in the strangest places. One particularly unfortunate teacher had the benefit of both; his office was tucked away on the ground floor of one of the older buildings, with a tiny (and smelly) gents toilet right next door.
One afternoon, the then Head Boy of the school was enjoying a quick piss in the trough. Such was the size of the room, a friend of his was leaning in the doorframe and able to continue the previous conversation they'd been having outside. The topic of the conversation is hazy these days, though it certainly involved the activities of another pupil from the school getting himself in trouble, as usual.
The tale of the pupil had just reached its conclusion; the friend in the doorway took that moment to shake his head wonderingly, and in a tone of awe exclaimed, "What a cock!"
The unfortunate teacher had emerged from his office next door scant seconds earlier, and gave the two pupils a very wary look.
( , Sat 11 Dec 2010, 10:32, Reply)
My old school used to have both toilets and offices for the teachers hidden away in the strangest places. One particularly unfortunate teacher had the benefit of both; his office was tucked away on the ground floor of one of the older buildings, with a tiny (and smelly) gents toilet right next door.
One afternoon, the then Head Boy of the school was enjoying a quick piss in the trough. Such was the size of the room, a friend of his was leaning in the doorframe and able to continue the previous conversation they'd been having outside. The topic of the conversation is hazy these days, though it certainly involved the activities of another pupil from the school getting himself in trouble, as usual.
The tale of the pupil had just reached its conclusion; the friend in the doorway took that moment to shake his head wonderingly, and in a tone of awe exclaimed, "What a cock!"
The unfortunate teacher had emerged from his office next door scant seconds earlier, and gave the two pupils a very wary look.
( , Sat 11 Dec 2010, 10:32, Reply)
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