Classy. Reeeeal classy.
The rather attractive fella on the bus today was staring at me.

"Ooh," thinketh I, "for someone who's just on his way home from having a rather nasty tooth extraction I reckon I look pretty good". So I gave him my cutest little half-smile (not so difficult when the other half of your face is still anaesthetised and motionless) and hopped off the bus.

That pepped up my afternoon, I can tell you.

It wasn't until I got off the bus that I realised: the reason he was staring was because (due to my mouth being numb) I had unknowingly dribbled a large quantity of blood and saliva down my chin and onto my shirt.

Anyone had a "really classy" moment like that, that they'd care to share? I'm in a whole world of pain right now and some LOLs are needed.
( admiral crunch holds the newsreader's nose squarely, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 18:11, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I went to visit
St John's Co-Cathedral in Valletta today. It's a massive cathedral/museuem, and I went specifically to see a Caravaggio painting. Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not very steady on my feet, so while listening to the little audio presentation I tripped over and banged myself on a exquisite marble floor. The old man near by gave me a filthy look for daring to damage his gorgeous floor with my ignorant head
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 18:17, Reply)