Talking stick...
That pen thing reminds me of when I worked in the NHS. Fuck me, what a bunch of easily offended lefties that lot are.

Whilst at a rather heated meeting where everyone clearly didn't want to make a decision for fear of offending anyone else I got told "look, I have the pen its my turn to talk. It's your turn to listen. We have all been patient and listened to you so please be quiet and respect my time"

To which I replied "I earn twenty grand more than you so my gold fucking plated fountain pen trumps your plastic biro now make a fucking decision or we will all be here till Christmas"

I have never seen so many women so shocked. One ran off in tears, several hugged each other and one gave me a stern lecture on womens rights and how I was a male abuser.
(Mong The Merciless Older not wiser, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:04, Reply)

Im biding my time
I'm trying to avoid the huge bollocking I'm gonna get off my family when I tell them, that after 3 years at uni studying Biochemistry, I have now decided I would rather do something else.

The way I'm avoiding being told off? Two plans:

PLAN A: Wait until I move out, at least that way I can break the news and then run away home.

PLAN B: Don't say anything and hope they forget

What do you think?
(purplefairy, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:04, Reply)

Alton Towers
We all know the type of person who works there, spotty little kids who haven't gone back to uni yet...

So yesterday after a couple of trips on nemesis it's the end of the day and about three people in the queue so we decide to stay on.

Some spotty poncy blond twat tells us over the speaker thingy we have to walk all the way round and aren't allowed to stay on.

Wouldn't be so bad but the ride then proceeded with fuck all on it, plus I'm thirty something and my mate is well into his forties.

Still if you are one of those who work there I'm not sorry at all.
(inkworm, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:01, Reply)

Mother
Angry JTW just popping in to say hello.

I have the misfortune of living with my mother just now - I got back, about an hour ago, from Thames Ditton. A 5 hour drive as it turns out.

So I got out of the car in a mood blacker than the inside of Gordon Brown's head* - I'm tired, bad tempered, my eyes, feet, head and body hurt and I really can't be arsed to talk.

What does my Mum do, she tries to talk to me. Or rather at me. Has a go at me like I'm a teenager about being in a bad mood and that I shouldn't be and that it's "just a drive up" - It was f****ng 5 b****** p****** hours.

Then I try to do some work and Vista locks up (it does that a LOT) and I slam the lid of my laptop down - cue another go about being bad tempered - I believe she actually said "Eh, don't" - it was my WORK f****** laptop FFS (I'm on my shiny new Mac just now).

The moral here is that no matter how old you are, your Mum can still put you in a shit mood, belittle you and treat you like a teenager no matter how old you are.

Mothers seem to have a way of doing that - is there a school they're sent to????

I'm 31.

Kill me now.


*No, I don't get that analogy either
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:52, Reply)

All the time
At the moment I live with my Aunt and Uncle. Uncle's great, Aunt still treats me like Im 12, not nearly 22. Shes extremely petty and childish as well, which means I get scorned for the stupidest of things, and me having confrontational issues due to strict parenting just takes it.

Cant wait to moveout.
(purplefairy, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:48, Reply)

Praise Bollocking
A few weeks ago, my piss-poor excuse for a boss (a small, bitter, bald tool of a prick) and the un-aptly named 'People Manager' (an uptight, pretentious snob of a cow who doesn't know the names of half of the people 'under' her (*shudder*)) called me into the office. Being a fairly lazy, and reasonably opinionated mouthy member of the team, I expected a telling off for something I'd already forgotten I'd done.

But no. 'We've an AMAZING POSITION for you in *insert crap area of company*! No wage rise, longer hours, but it's a DEVELOPMENT ROLE! How's about THAT!'

'Why offer me it?', say I.

'You're perfect for the role! You were our first choice! As soon as it came up we thought, that's for her!'(Note - it had been on the internal applications for a month, then in the paper, they interviewed 5 people, employed one, who promptly turned the job down. Then my bosses thought of me. Nice.)

'I don't want to do it. I am happy where I am.' (Lie, but I'm not working from 7am for no bastard)

(Annoyed) 'Well, if we do decide not to move you (EH? I thought I had a choice!?) you'd better shape up or shift out! We can't have people slacking - you've really dissappointed us!'

What the fuck!? I have never been taken into an appraisal, promotion and bollocking within ten minutes before!
(Northern Lovely, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:33, Reply)

Teacher blues
I'm a teacher and look pretty young for my age - my finest hour was being id-ed for buying cigarettes - could I prove I was over 16, certainly, my driving licence shows I'm actually 34.
Get frequently shouted at in corridors at school for not wearing a tie, drinking out a can, going the wrong way round the one way system etc by members of staff who haven't recognised me. My pupils love it.
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:23, Reply)

I booked a table for dinner at a pub on the A10 between Ely and Cambridge
The year was 1994.
I was due to go there with my then girlfriend, but we had a barney, she stormed off and in my emotional turmoil I forgot to cancel the table.

At 9.30, worn out by the events of the evening I went to bed.

At 11.30 the phone rang. It was the landlord of the pub.

"You had a table booked for this evening"

"Err did I?"

"Yes, we held it all night and you never showed up"

"Ummm, who is this?" My head was starting to clear and I was beginning to feel like I was being chastised by my father.

"Ah, so you're deaf as well as stupid"

"Pardon?"

The phone went dead.

I was surprised and angered by this reaction to what was a simple mistake on my part so the following morning i contacted the pub and pretended to be an employee from BT's nuisance phone calls division.
I was pretty convincing and informed the landlord that a complaint about threatening behaviour had been made and this could land him in court as this was a criminal offense, ultimately losing him his license and livlihood.

He seemed pretty scared by this, a far cry from the boorish thug of the night before, so

I think revenge was sweet.

Much more fun than burning his gaff down with him and his old lady in it which had been my first course of action.
(Vic Flange, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:21, Reply)

Bloke not wearing trousers!
I decided not to wear trousers to the office yeaterday, which got me moderately chastised. It apparently doesn't look professional. I wish I'd pointed out that being encouraged to drink large amounts of wine in the office before lunch (with the approval and encouragement of all the other members of staff in my department) seemed not to be a problem, and that that was a touch paradoxical. But I'd have had to have been more sober for that.

I was in shorts, btw. I wasn't that befuddled.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:01, Reply)

I've been on the other side of it...
As I have mentioned many times before, I have three kids. This is significant in that sometimes you find yourself doing parental things at inappropriate moments.

My wife had been out of town for a bit, so when I went to pick her up I piled the kids into the minivan and drove to the train station to get her. As my youngest still needed a car seat at that point, she was strapped into the front passenger seat while the boys and her mother were in the back.

As we drove along I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw my wife biting at a hangnail. I heard myself bark out, "Stop biting your nails!" before I realized who I was addressing.

The expression on her face was priceless.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:00, Reply)

When my mum saw my tattoo for the first time:
i was 22 and had hidden it from her for ages but she caught a glimpse when I was sleeping on the sofa at xmas...

Mum: *Sharp inhalation of breath* "You stupid, stupid boy... WHAT HAVE you DONE! Why? Why would you... No don't put it away, let me see it! Come here and show me what you've done to your body!"

*Examines by now a well healed and OK looking tattoo*

"Scarred! You're scarred, scarred for life! LOOK AT IT! How could you! Why would you do that to your self? Hmmm? WHY!?


Me: Wel...

Mum: WELL? WELL!? don't you DARE "WELL" ME!! (my mums great at this - she used to scream questions at us for ages and then go silent and just stare at you until you dare say something and then she'd carry on screaming like fuck... I never did learn not to say anything either)

*Mum's eerily calm now and probably beginning to question her parenting skills (totally unjustified) and to blame herself for my (in her eyes) utterly abhorrent behavour*

Mum: You should be ashamed of yourself. Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Why have you done that to yourself? Hmmm?

Me: It's cool! and me and Kester both got one! (I'll grass on any cunt to my mum if I think it'll get me out of trouble)

Mum: Ha! And if Kester put his hand in fire would you do it aswell?


*At this point I have to shake my head and look down... I just had to. It was the completely natural thing to do - like a survival instinct I knew I had to appear to be sorry or this could go on forever*

And then the worst bit....

The bit that actually makes me FEEL sorry... When, almost to her self, she very quietly says:


"I'm really disappointed in you.......... . . . . . . . . . . . ."
(aroe_m0rre, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:36, Reply)

on regular basis
I find myself being told off by tutors at uni, I am a mature student and instead of them just telling me straight.... ie your essay is a bag of shizzer or shut up and listen you twunt, I am 'told off ' by people who have nursing qualification and are councilers, so its really annoying because of their softly softly aproach( and the fact that I have enough interlect in my small brain to realise that they are right with what they are telling me but I wish they would just tell me what on the day I am doing that is sooo wrong or goes againstthis that or the other) so
I try to piss them off a bit untill they snap ..........and every one has a breaking point, I can usally find it quite quickly, then i find their heart felt annoyance and anger less patronising and it reminds me that tutors are human too. and I always leave lectures with that smug feelling of I still have not grown up.
(fpk, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:28, Reply)

I work in a school doing IT stuff
Thus when teachers first talk to me they very often talk down to me and expect me to jump to their every command. This does not last very long believe me and usually results in them reporting me to the head for being rude and unco-operative. The head then tells me off like a child and so last time he did I told him what I thought of the situation, being dragged to see the head at every little thing, wasting my time and generally pissing me off. Since then I've not been dragged to the head and he seems to be avoiding me.... might just be the smell of me though.
( SiX and his hat, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:19, Reply)

Stop dragging your feet
I heard the woman mutter at the end of the supermarket aisle as I shuffled up and down searching for a bottle of wine that looked nice and wasn't more than a fiver.

Weird, I thought, I can't see her child.

It turned out (as I walked down the aisle picking up my feet instead of doing the chardonnay shuffle) that she was talking to me. I got a 'that's better' as I walked past her.

I felt about 20 years younger than my actual age of 29
(birdwoman pissed herself at least once on, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:11, Reply)

meeting..
We had a meeting at work. A few guys near me were rather disruptive. So, at the end of the meeting, my boss dismissed everyone. He then indicated everyone in my area of the room, and said "You guys stay". When everyone had left apart from us, he had a go at everyone .

I felt like a kid being held back at the end of class.
(Ok, I'll get me coat, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:07, Reply)

23rd bday.
Ok, so this may be _slightly_ off-topic. It made me feel like a child anyways...

So, it was my last birthday (23rd if you wanna know). I'm living in Edinburgh, folks live in Dundee. I have 2 older sisters and they're very much the whole "mememememememe" thing at their birthdays and want everyone to be there, big deals, etc. I'm a bit quieter.

So, my birthday was on the Friday, I get pissed with my mates and whatnot, but I decided to go out for a meal on the Saturday with just my parents in Dundee.

My parents are publicans, and therefore, I, like them, enjoy alcohol.

Also, I smoke quite heavily, neither of my parents ever have. And they hate it. I also refuse to smoke in front of my parents - it's just something I don't do. To the point of hiding it like a teenager, stubbing it out, throwing it away, shrugging it up my sleeve, passing it to someone else.

We went out, visited a few pubs, had a bit of banter, then headed to the restuartant. It's one I'd never been to before (Turkish / Anatolian) - which is unusal for Dundee, not exactly teeming with things to do.

We're having our meal, it's about halfway through the maincourse and we've been drinking copious amounts of wine - which goes straight to my head on an empty stomach.

There's a big thing in my family about how all of my childhood friends got into drugs (read: heroin) - so they're excessively worried that I still might slip into that loop somehow.

Anyways, I get up, make some lame excuse about needing to make a call, slip out the restaurant and spark up a cigarette. I smoke it quickly (double-drawing/dragging, squeezing the filter sorta thing). Am done within less than 2 mins (kinda like Sharon Stone - but I'm a dude).

Start to walk back into the restaurant. Oh god no. Head-bender. I smoked it too quickly and now have oxygen depravation / nicotine overdose. Usually passes within a second or two. No. Alcohol is keeping me disorientated. Fuck.

So what do I do? I bounce off all the walls, tables, patrons and waiters back to the table. I sit down, let out a sigh and stare at my feet (trying to get rid of the head-bender by focusing on something).

My parents looked at each other solemnly. My Dad then says to me "Are you on drugs?"

Glancing away from my feet at him i say "what? Don't be daft."

"The way you were staggering over here it looks otherwise. Do you know what drugs do to you?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I know a lot of your friends do it..."

I'm still not getting rid of the head-bender at this point, so I started trying to focus on him. Owlishly.

I get the whole "we understand, we'd like to help" speech for 15 mins in a packed restaurant on a Saturday night.

It wasn't until the next day I told my Sister - who then explained what happens when someone is pissed and smokes a cig too quickly - that they understood. Felt like such a schmuck.
(allywilson, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:00, Reply)

Revenge is sweet.
One hot day I was out in the yard mowing the lawn- not one of my favorite activities- when it became a lot less enjoyable as I felt a stabbling pain in my leg, followed by another and then a bunch of them all at once. I let go of the mower and ran, trailing yellowjackets that were still trying to get me before they turned their attentions to the lawnmower. After a couple of minutes I got a garden rake and caught the handle of the mower and pulled it out of the cloud of angry bees and shut it off, then waited for the little fuckers to dissipate so I could find the nest.

Sure enough, there was a hole about the size of my thumb in the ground with the little bastards crawling in and out of it. So I did what I always do when I find a yellowjacket nest in my yard- I poured about a cup of gasoline down in it and jumped back. The little bastards swarmed around, but the gasoline vapors were doing them in and I gloated for a moment.

Then I did what every guy does, and tossed the match. FOOMP!

I was standing there enjoying the sight of the burning yellowjackets when an upstairs window crashed open. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?"

"Ummm... getting rid of bees..."

Her face became red, her veins started popping out and even from the yard I could see the spit flying as she screamed at me, finishing with "That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever seen!" before she slammed the window.

The neighborhood stayed very quiet for a while after that...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:59, Reply)

Sainsburys..
I was in the Sainsburys petrol station with a cold. At the till I let out a massive bark of a cough without even thinking, only to be greeted with a ice-cold stare from the till lady who said; "Could you cover your mouth next time?"

I was so taken aback, as I wasn't expecting it I just averted her gaze and mumbled "Sorry..", I completely felt about 10 years old.

Had I realised I was in fact 32 I should have said "Up yours you old boot, maybe if you didn't reek of fags I wouldn't have to wretch the stink out of my lungs. Now ring up my fuel and shut the fuck up".
(kna has forgotten everything., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:47, Reply)

in Primark
for wearing a t-shirt saying 'Who The Fuck Are Black Wire?'.
I find their 'made in the 80s' t-shirts more offensive, quite frankly.
(and now for someone completely different, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:35, Reply)

I don't think I've ever been made to feel like a child as an adult
Mainly because I don't take shit- at all. When I was 18, and out in Denmark learning about cults, me and some friends were sat down in our room, just chilling out, doing whatever it is we do. Sooner or later this Danish woman barged into the room, without so much as a knock. That was her first mistake. Then, she proceeded to shout, rant and rave at us like one of the parents to be found on Supernanny when trying to deal with their errant little angels. This was her second mistake. Her third mistake was shouting at me. She ordered me to stand up, which I did. And then I stood and looked at her in much the same way as you look at something you peel of the sole of your boot. Her fourth mistake was to let that get to her, which made her shout more. Which just gave me the giggles- there is nothing more emasculating than being laughed at when you're trying to castigate someone. So, from there, I just sat down again and completely ignored her. Who would have thought that two simple actions had an enraged Danish woman (who had a face like a smacked arse and a figure so fat that obese would be a polite description) leave the room in tears...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:31, Reply)

I got told off by my kids.
I have an Isuzu Amigo that I've driven for about the past eight years. (Go google for it to see what they look like.) It has the optional hard or soft top, so in the summers I usually put on the canvas top and roll up the sides.

One day I was driving the kids through Carytown (the shopping district that has the cool stores in it and all the upscale boutique stuff that I'll never be able to afford) and I had the CD player going, and had the Talking Heads "Stop Making Sense" playing. As we approached a light it started playing "Once In A Lifetime".

Ever seen that performance from the movie? Remember David Byrne doing rather robotic motions while he was chanting the lyrics? I started singing along and doing the same odd motions as I drove, including the smack on the forehead and repeating "Same as it ever was, same as it ever was..."

The kids were all trying to huddle on the floor of the car so they wouldn't be seen, while telling me through gritted teeth that there were people around us that they knew and CUT IT OUT, DAD!

Well, at least it wasn't PJ Harvey on the stereo. Imagine how they would have reacted to me singing along with that...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:26, Reply)

I was never really told off as a child
Which means as an adult, any shouting tends to make me flinch.

Now *somehow*, as an adult, I have gathered all these people who randomly shout.

Eg
*in car, friend driving*
"oh, and when you listen to ELO for the f...BASTARD WANKER YOU CUNT! first time..."

*in car with boss and her kids*
"are you ok Arthmelow?" "yes, of course, the day was ok..."
High pitched shrill from the depths of hell:
"WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS IS MAKING THAT NOISE!!?"
*birds leave their trees* *other people in cars look around to see where the noise came from*
I jump out of my skin. The kids look somewhat unfazed.

*acting in as student buddy for a 15 year old during 6th form*
Military guy, 6ft 4. Big booming voice
"now, I'm here to ask you WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SPRAY PAINTING
ON THE SCHOOL FENCE!"
kid looks bored. I would have probably won contests for halloween fancy dress parties.

And as I've got older... I get to make other people feel shuffly.

Like that fuckhead who ran in front of an ambulance on a pelican crossing - how is 30seconds earlier to work more important than someone's life?

Or customers who try to take the mick - we're a shop, not a market stall.

Or staff that just try to be irritating on purpose... I swear... with one I had to implement the "pen rule": when the pen is in my hand, I talk. When the pen is in your hand, you talk. The sort of thing you have to do with toddlers. With grown adults. Joy. Writing signs on things that were left uncleaned with
"I am a chair. I get dusty. Clean me at the end of the day."
etc.

Click "I like this" if you feel that some people just *deserve* to be treated like a child at times...
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:23, Reply)

Escalators
Come on, we've all wanted to run up a down escalator haven't we? As a kid I was never allowed free reign to do this so it had to wait until a drunken stag night a few years back.

After a day of drinking, four of us bundled up such an escalator at some godforsaken tube station. Being quite fit I managed to make it up first, jolly pleased with myself, but unfortunately alerted the guard/gestapo type person who took exception. There was no way he was going to catch me so he stood at the top of the escalator waiting and tapping his foot expectantly.

Along comes Geoff, who hasn't ever seen the inside of a gym and has 8 pints of kronenburg sloshing around his innards. Looking decidedly red faced Geoff is pounding up the stairs as fast as he can go. By the time he reaches the top, he's a pallid, grey colour and receiving a bollocking which is rudely interrupted when Geoff boffs up all over the guard's shoes.

Nice!
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:16, Reply)

Slippy floors
Professor honky - I feel your pain.
I can't resist slippy floors. My ex took great lengths... to explain to me that I should act like the thirty year old I am as opposed to a five year old and shuffling on the spot like a skier on the launch ramp.
I'm never giving that up - and I guarantee I'll still be sliding down shop aisles when I'm 90.
I reckon when I have kids they'll relish that their dad is young at heart.
(lord nose, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:06, Reply)

On the megabus.
For swearing.

Also, I was in the pub once sat at the bar discussing with my mate how shit status quo were. The next thing i know some random girl is having a go at me and trying to defend them. She was getting really stroppy at me not accepting to believe they were any good.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:57, Reply)

Another one on the ex!
Back in the 80s I was a draftsman, one of those guys who sat over a sloped table with a pen in hand and triangles and curve templates cursing as I waited for CAD to get to the point where it was more than just a curiosity.

Well, working at one place didn't work out well, so I got canned on Good Friday. Being the indomitable sort that I am*, I immediately started reading the classifieds and responding to ads, and got an interview with a company within a couple of days.

I drove over there in my VW Dasher station wagon and interviewed, then headed homeward to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to get others. This involved making a left turn on a rather busy road. Unfortunately I didn't see the very dark grey Jeep bearing down on me until I was well in front of him, and with less than a second to act I decided to jam on the accelerator to try to get out of his way. But a VW Dasher deisel is not exactly a powerful vehicle, so instead of missing me completely he hit the rear wheel squarely. I wasn't really injured, other than my head hitting the door frame, but my car was pretty badly off. It would drive, but not well.

I got home and took off the tie, and decided that maybe it would be a good idea to lie down for a while as I was developing a bad headache. I had settled in and was there for maybe twenty minutes when my wife came home from work. She stopped in her tracks as she came into the bedroom. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out job hunting!"

"I was. I had an accident, and the back of my car is pretty bashed up."

"An accident?!?" she shreiked. "We can't afford that! You're not working! We can't afford to fix the car now, and do you know what that'll do to our insurance?!?"

I raised up on one elbow. "I'm fine, thanks."

She froze with her jaw open for a moment, then turned and left the apartment...

*may not be 100% fact
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:52, Reply)

Only for things I deserve, actually.
99.9% of the time I'm a very polite, well-behaved young lady. However, occasionally I do forget my manners (such as saying "please" to barstaff). Only very rarely though. A couple of time, the barperson in question has said "what's the magic word?" or summat similar, and I blush, get really embarrassed and mortified, say "please" a billion times whilst apologising, and give them a 100% tip. But only because I really want them to know that I'm not a bad person, and that I really am very polite most of the time.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:50, Reply)

two years ago, when i was 24...
the last apartment i lived in ("apartment" being a loose term for "dingy, mouldy basement of someone's house"), my landlord and his housekeeper both told me off for stupid, completely useless things, even though i never did anything even close to objectionable while in the confines of their compound (they do belong to a cult, i considered it a compound).

besides the landlord yelling at me for leaving one light on in my apartment during the day (while he ran power tools constantly from an outlet on the back porch), and getting belligerent and screaming at me when i asked to have a lock put on my front door, my personal favourite was when the housekeeper, sue, told me off for not putting my mail out for the postman correctly. i had some postcards i wanted to send that were small enough to fall out of the braces they were supposed to sit in (it was not a proper box, mind you), so i sat them on a table in front of the box and figured, you know, if the postman doesn't see them, i'll drop them off in a mailbox when i go to the grocery store.

the next day i checked, and the postcards were gone... when i arrived home from school, sue grabbed me as i was headed down to my cell and said "we need to talk", then she walked me over to the mailbox and proceeded to show me how mail goes in the box - gesturing and speaking very slowly as if i was retarded, i might add - and then berated me for confusing the poor postman.

believe it or not, i did apologise, because i'm a total pussy.
( mayonessa, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:50, Reply)

iM 17 and 3/4....
so almost an adult. My mum just told me off for constantly singing Keith Chegwin's "Chegger's Cheggae" constantly.

"sing hallelugh, we're socking it to ya,it's Cheggae time"

click "I like this!" if you have never heard it before (then try and download it or listen to radio 1 tomorrow morning and see if they play it again as they have done every day this week)
(Foulkesy123 The one and only..., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:47, Reply)

The bank
My bank manager told me I'd been very naughty and my financial behavour was very bad... I'd gone over my overdraught limit.

I wouldn't have minded taking such mumsy style insults from the lanky lady in leggings only they slapped a £150 bank charge to it!
I had to ask if she would like me to lower my trouser and under garments in preperation for a sever spanking.

Nothing spectacular but it did make me feel like i was 6 again.

Woo first time on page 1 in the 2 years+ I've been attending!!
(HairyBaldy, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 18:40, Reply)