Real-life slapstick
Fact: When someone walks into a lamp-post it makes a very satisfying and hugely hilarious "Ding!" noise. However, it is not quite so funny when the post is in the middle of town and you are the victim. Tell us about hilarious prat-falls.
Thanks to Bob Todd for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 12:07)
Fact: When someone walks into a lamp-post it makes a very satisfying and hugely hilarious "Ding!" noise. However, it is not quite so funny when the post is in the middle of town and you are the victim. Tell us about hilarious prat-falls.
Thanks to Bob Todd for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 12:07)
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Second year of university and I wasn't having much success with women. However every now and then one of them would lower their standards enough to sleep with me and this was going to be one of those night; or so I thought.
I was in a night club with my flat mates getting slowly drunk, when one of my group introduced me to a friend of his, she was a she, she was pretty, and she seemed to like me - life rarely gets better than this.
So we got to talking, and then we got to kissing, and then it was time to go home; and when I suggested she might like to come home with me she agreed - brilliant - I was going to have sex for the third time that year!
I was very, very excited, so excited indeed, that as I got into the taxi that was going to whisk us away to all types of carnal pleasures I misjudged the size of the taxi door. Crack, I hit the door frame with the top of my head hard, very hard. A little dazed, but feeling Okish, I put a brave face on it, nothing was going to stand in my way tonight.
However half way home, I smile at her and she looks back with a look of shock, I put my hand to my head - it is wet, and on closer inspection red - I was bleeding, "It's Ok" I say "It's nothing"
But it's not nothing; I am now bleeding a lot - a waterfall of blood is dripping down my face and obscuring my vision. She suggests that she should just go home and that I should go to hospital, but desperately I beg her to come back with me and that I would be Ok.
As the taxi pulls up to my house I get out feeling a little light headed. As I exit the cab, I turn around, the door slams shut and the Taxi roars off, with my sex for the night inside.
No rampant coupling for Mr Hungry tonight and I never saw her again (I suspect she studiously avoided me for the next two years - fair enough really).
The bleeding stopped 5 minutes later too - we totally could have had sex, damn it.
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 16:41, 1 reply)
Second year of university and I wasn't having much success with women. However every now and then one of them would lower their standards enough to sleep with me and this was going to be one of those night; or so I thought.
I was in a night club with my flat mates getting slowly drunk, when one of my group introduced me to a friend of his, she was a she, she was pretty, and she seemed to like me - life rarely gets better than this.
So we got to talking, and then we got to kissing, and then it was time to go home; and when I suggested she might like to come home with me she agreed - brilliant - I was going to have sex for the third time that year!
I was very, very excited, so excited indeed, that as I got into the taxi that was going to whisk us away to all types of carnal pleasures I misjudged the size of the taxi door. Crack, I hit the door frame with the top of my head hard, very hard. A little dazed, but feeling Okish, I put a brave face on it, nothing was going to stand in my way tonight.
However half way home, I smile at her and she looks back with a look of shock, I put my hand to my head - it is wet, and on closer inspection red - I was bleeding, "It's Ok" I say "It's nothing"
But it's not nothing; I am now bleeding a lot - a waterfall of blood is dripping down my face and obscuring my vision. She suggests that she should just go home and that I should go to hospital, but desperately I beg her to come back with me and that I would be Ok.
As the taxi pulls up to my house I get out feeling a little light headed. As I exit the cab, I turn around, the door slams shut and the Taxi roars off, with my sex for the night inside.
No rampant coupling for Mr Hungry tonight and I never saw her again (I suspect she studiously avoided me for the next two years - fair enough really).
The bleeding stopped 5 minutes later too - we totally could have had sex, damn it.
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 16:41, 1 reply)
You were lucky.
She was a grade-A bitch and would probably have either have accused you of rape or punctured the condom.
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 18:58, closed)
She was a grade-A bitch and would probably have either have accused you of rape or punctured the condom.
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 18:58, closed)
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