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There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
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( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
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Accidental Stalker
This all happened when I was at University.
Took my girlfriend home to meet the parents.
First night, we went into town for a meal and a few pints. The waiter in the restaurant was a guy from school's sister. Then to the pub, where we bump into said guy from school.
Next day, we decide to get a bus and go visit another town fifteen miles away. Get off the bus, and the first person I bump into is the same guy from school.
Week after, safely back at University, we go to look at a flat I'm thinking of renting, and the guy who opens the door is the guy from school, who's down visiting his brother.
That night, we go out for a meal. Guess who's on the next table? Guy from school.
A couple of years later, I moved down to London. Moved into a flat in North London, popped out to check out the local with my new flatmate, and guy from school is at the bar.
I don't even like him. He's a cock...
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 12:05, 1 reply)
This all happened when I was at University.
Took my girlfriend home to meet the parents.
First night, we went into town for a meal and a few pints. The waiter in the restaurant was a guy from school's sister. Then to the pub, where we bump into said guy from school.
Next day, we decide to get a bus and go visit another town fifteen miles away. Get off the bus, and the first person I bump into is the same guy from school.
Week after, safely back at University, we go to look at a flat I'm thinking of renting, and the guy who opens the door is the guy from school, who's down visiting his brother.
That night, we go out for a meal. Guess who's on the next table? Guy from school.
A couple of years later, I moved down to London. Moved into a flat in North London, popped out to check out the local with my new flatmate, and guy from school is at the bar.
I don't even like him. He's a cock...
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 12:05, 1 reply)
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