When I was 17
me and my girlfriend had arranged to go out separately on a Saturday night to schooley parties.

We went to different schools and she spoke about her mates and me mine, never the twain and all that.

I go to my party and at about 10pm when I am digitally introducing myself to one of the girls school's finest, I hear some hysterical Doris shouting, "You fucking bastard!" I turn to see my girlfriend watching me, in floods of tears.

Good times!
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:35, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

so which one did you marry?

(Quintno EXPERIMENT RUINED CANCELLED, LEFT 4EVER, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:36, Reply)

fucking hell, are you me?
The only difference in my case was the "g/f" had said she wasn't coming because she was ill, and then turned up later at a "highly inopportune moment"
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:38, Reply)

Hang on a minute...
You got fingered by Stunnso as a teenager?
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:39, Reply)

Didn't you?
He has knuckles like Scammell wheel nuts
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:40, Reply)

well, no, I'd have said "fucking hell, was that me?" in that case

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:40, Reply)

but also .. yeah, why not?

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:40, Reply)

You meant nothing to me.
You were one of many.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:44, Reply)

yeah ... you were me.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 24 Nov 2011, 14:45, Reply)