Too much informationRakky 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?
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chthonic, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
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I was never able to look him in the eye againIn the vein of Enzyme's post below, a work colleague of mine once drunkenly confided in me that she kept a monstrous strap-on under the bed because her (by then, ex-) boyfriend liked to receive as well as give. Which would've been TMI in itself, but was made all the more difficult to process by the fact that said ex-bf was another work colleague, and one that made a great noise about his sexual prowess.
The temptation to bring the subject up in conversation was almost irresistible. But in the end I decided that I'd already had TMI, and more wouldn't have made the mental images any easier to stomach.
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reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 13:15,
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