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Rakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
Rakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
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the last QOTW - it closed whilst I was typing my post, so now I have to live with my guilty conscience.
Friends with kids, I really find their overly long descriptions of their offsprings' most trivial achievements both tedious and completely unnecessary.
Billions of parents have had billions of children, I doubt that your child picking his nose and making you eat it is unique and I certainly don't find it in the least bit amusing.
Now that I'm a dad, I occasionally find myself apologising to my friends for my lateness. I will usually blame this on having to clean up some recent pootastrophe as a result of my son's hapless attempts to use a potty, no details too gory or smeary to be omitted. I then conspicuously sniff my fingers as if conscious of some still lingering odour.
This is *after* I've greeted them with a handshake and bought a round of drinks, of course.
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:42, Reply)
the last QOTW - it closed whilst I was typing my post, so now I have to live with my guilty conscience.
Friends with kids, I really find their overly long descriptions of their offsprings' most trivial achievements both tedious and completely unnecessary.
Billions of parents have had billions of children, I doubt that your child picking his nose and making you eat it is unique and I certainly don't find it in the least bit amusing.
Now that I'm a dad, I occasionally find myself apologising to my friends for my lateness. I will usually blame this on having to clean up some recent pootastrophe as a result of my son's hapless attempts to use a potty, no details too gory or smeary to be omitted. I then conspicuously sniff my fingers as if conscious of some still lingering odour.
This is *after* I've greeted them with a handshake and bought a round of drinks, of course.
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:42, Reply)
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