Schadenfreude
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
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Arse Train...
When I regularly used to visit an ex who lived in Bath I had to catch a train to Bristol Temple Meads and then change for Bath there.
One day I dived into the first train to arrive (a 150/2 on the way from Cardiff to Portsmouth just so you know and my autistic brain can let out ALL the details) and ended up stood by the doors as it was pretty full and I only had a ten minute journey in front of me. The guard wandered past in the direction of his end (oooh err missus) and I suddenly spied three girls running to get on...
... the first two made it, for they were more lithe and less plump, the third one made a jump for it just as the beeping started. As it stopped she hit the step into the saloon JUST as the sliding doors slammed shut...
...on her arse. She stood there totally wedged with both cheeks firmly stuck between the doors until the units electrics worked out there was a blockage and reopened them. No one in the carriage could have helped her purely as everyone was helpless with laughter. She took it in good humour although turning a fantastic shade of scarlet.
The image of that chubby chick with her bumcakes firmly fixed in that doorway like a fat hamster stuck in a rotastack pipe will go with me to the grave.
( , Wed 23 Dec 2009, 16:28, 3 replies)
When I regularly used to visit an ex who lived in Bath I had to catch a train to Bristol Temple Meads and then change for Bath there.
One day I dived into the first train to arrive (a 150/2 on the way from Cardiff to Portsmouth just so you know and my autistic brain can let out ALL the details) and ended up stood by the doors as it was pretty full and I only had a ten minute journey in front of me. The guard wandered past in the direction of his end (oooh err missus) and I suddenly spied three girls running to get on...
... the first two made it, for they were more lithe and less plump, the third one made a jump for it just as the beeping started. As it stopped she hit the step into the saloon JUST as the sliding doors slammed shut...
...on her arse. She stood there totally wedged with both cheeks firmly stuck between the doors until the units electrics worked out there was a blockage and reopened them. No one in the carriage could have helped her purely as everyone was helpless with laughter. She took it in good humour although turning a fantastic shade of scarlet.
The image of that chubby chick with her bumcakes firmly fixed in that doorway like a fat hamster stuck in a rotastack pipe will go with me to the grave.
( , Wed 23 Dec 2009, 16:28, 3 replies)
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