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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Years ago...
A long time ago, in a bedroom far, far away; my friend and I had - for once - got lucky in a wing-man-style-piloting-top-gun fashion.
First thing in the morning, he burst into the bedroom I was snoozing in, duvet up round my paramour and unfortunately, for my chum, also my belly.
He said, "Blimey, they look like twin zeppelins!"
I disagree, that's not what they look like at all. They look like a pair of overripe kiwi fruit.
( , Mon 13 Dec 2010, 20:51, Reply)
A long time ago, in a bedroom far, far away; my friend and I had - for once - got lucky in a wing-man-style-piloting-top-gun fashion.
First thing in the morning, he burst into the bedroom I was snoozing in, duvet up round my paramour and unfortunately, for my chum, also my belly.
He said, "Blimey, they look like twin zeppelins!"
I disagree, that's not what they look like at all. They look like a pair of overripe kiwi fruit.
( , Mon 13 Dec 2010, 20:51, Reply)
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