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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Once upon a pub in Chadwell HeathWhen I was over in Blighty about three weeks back, I went to visit my cousin for a few nights in Chadwell Heath. Now, I must inform you all fellow b3tans that my cousin is a born-again gayman, and is as camp as a row of pink tents.
First day, he comes gets me from my place of residence where I'd got rather pi55ed on wine over lunch and slept it off. . . We gets back to his, the fags are opened ('scuze the pun) and large amounts of Polish Vodka and Lager is drunk. Cousin goes to bed with his lover, I go to bed twatted after having spoken to Mrs lying-like-a-flat-fish and all is well. . .
Second night, rather the same form except we go to the pub for a birthday. Everyone gets pissed on Stella, and being out with the majority of Chadwell Heath's gay community, I was quite prepared for listening to things that I didn't wanna know. However, I was not prepared to listen to my cousins partner talk about how he tried to 'stick his fingers in, but he didn't respond'.... The evening became a little blurry after that!!
Length? Please, just not in this post!
(, Sat 8 Sep 2007, 21:08, Reply)
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