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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Here's some fireworks, and here are my cracked nipplesOnce year, some of our mates were having a Bonfire Night party. Which was great, as each year they'd get in around 300 quids' worth of fireworks and just go crazy.
And despite their brand-new baby, they still got in a load of fireworks, and wanted to go crazy.
But aside from their happily child-free mates, they also invited their entire antenatal group. Which meant that rather than talking about the latest TV show/films/gigs or enjoying how close a particular rocket got to the roof, there were conversations about episiotomy scars, cracked and bleeding nipples, forceps deliveries, the contents and consistency of their precious child's excrement, and so forth.
It's a shame my doctor doesn't do home visits -- I would've booked for sterilisation that day.
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Sydney Bintstow, Fri 7 Sep 2007, 18:26,
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