Overheard secrets
When I was a barman, I stood by polishing a glass as a couple had a hushed argument two feet away about what they were going to do now she was pregnant. The bloke promised to leave his wife, but subsequent hushed arguments revealed that he did not. What have you overheard?
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( , Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:36)
When I was a barman, I stood by polishing a glass as a couple had a hushed argument two feet away about what they were going to do now she was pregnant. The bloke promised to leave his wife, but subsequent hushed arguments revealed that he did not. What have you overheard?
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( , Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:36)
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Tent's Aren't Soundproof
About 3/4 years ago I went on a camping holiday with my parents and younger sister. I have been on many camping holidays with them, but this was the first one where we had our own tent (technically was a 16 man tent but me and my sister wanted our own pod and dad wanted somewhere to store the mini-fridge and all the cooking stuff). We had gone up to the south of France, we like it there as you get the beautiful scenerey, the heat and can freak out the locals by talking to them in French (they don't get many Brits where we used to go - at least not many who knew what they were saying!)
Anyway, this tent was awsome. We had all been out on a wine-tasting trip, bought many new wines and were getting through them quite happily. We are quite a relaxed bunch anyway, so decided to play a game - this game was called, guess which Disney film this song came from. None of us is musically talented. My mum is tone deaf. We were pretty loud, mostly from pissing ourselves when my sister got confused and was insisting that Can You Feel The Love Tonight was from Beauty and the Best.
This continued for an hour or so, then we started with Inspector Clueseau impressions, which sparked many comedy impressions.
Then we decided to call it a night. Or we tried to. My dad decided before going to sleep to let rip with an impressive fart, sending us women into fits of giggles and a surge of fake farting (where you blow into the crook of your arm or back of the hand).
We thought this was fantastic.
Next morning, I was first up to treck out to the toilet block to get brush teeth, brush hair etc, when I hear someone humming near-by. From the tent next to us in fact. They were humming Disney songs, trying hard not to laugh. They never said anything, but we all knew they had heard Every. Damn. Thing.
We left the campsite as soon as possible for the day and didn't come back until it was dark. God (if it exists) only knows what they thought the farting was all about!!
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 10:39, 4 replies)
About 3/4 years ago I went on a camping holiday with my parents and younger sister. I have been on many camping holidays with them, but this was the first one where we had our own tent (technically was a 16 man tent but me and my sister wanted our own pod and dad wanted somewhere to store the mini-fridge and all the cooking stuff). We had gone up to the south of France, we like it there as you get the beautiful scenerey, the heat and can freak out the locals by talking to them in French (they don't get many Brits where we used to go - at least not many who knew what they were saying!)
Anyway, this tent was awsome. We had all been out on a wine-tasting trip, bought many new wines and were getting through them quite happily. We are quite a relaxed bunch anyway, so decided to play a game - this game was called, guess which Disney film this song came from. None of us is musically talented. My mum is tone deaf. We were pretty loud, mostly from pissing ourselves when my sister got confused and was insisting that Can You Feel The Love Tonight was from Beauty and the Best.
This continued for an hour or so, then we started with Inspector Clueseau impressions, which sparked many comedy impressions.
Then we decided to call it a night. Or we tried to. My dad decided before going to sleep to let rip with an impressive fart, sending us women into fits of giggles and a surge of fake farting (where you blow into the crook of your arm or back of the hand).
We thought this was fantastic.
Next morning, I was first up to treck out to the toilet block to get brush teeth, brush hair etc, when I hear someone humming near-by. From the tent next to us in fact. They were humming Disney songs, trying hard not to laugh. They never said anything, but we all knew they had heard Every. Damn. Thing.
We left the campsite as soon as possible for the day and didn't come back until it was dark. God (if it exists) only knows what they thought the farting was all about!!
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 10:39, 4 replies)
A 16 man tent for 4 people and a minifridge?
That's not real camping. But i suppose the butler has to sleep somewhere.
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 11:27, closed)
That's not real camping. But i suppose the butler has to sleep somewhere.
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 11:27, closed)
Well making him sleep outside is just mean
and the dog would have destroyed anything not big enough for her to run around like a loon in
That's the story and I'm sticking to it
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 11:57, closed)
and the dog would have destroyed anything not big enough for her to run around like a loon in
That's the story and I'm sticking to it
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 11:57, closed)
That's why they needed such a big tent:
Two people, a dog, a fridge, and a huge pile of redundant apostrophes
( , Thu 1 Sep 2011, 11:28, closed)
Two people, a dog, a fridge, and a huge pile of redundant apostrophes
( , Thu 1 Sep 2011, 11:28, closed)
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