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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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nasty
you know the end of a cold, where you're sniffing as much as blowing, and your throat is strangely sore? well, once, in that state, i blew my nose on a tissue. as i pulled the tissue away, a trail of snot remained, so i gathered it with the tissue,, until i realised i was effectively pulling a cord of solid mucus from my nasal cavity that had run down to the back of my throat. As I pulled, i could feel the progress of it threading its way through, well, my head, until the ropey green/grey string flopped onto the tissue.
you don't waste moments like this.
i ran into the living room, brandishing it at the boyfriend, shouting 'look! look! it's that wierd 80s sticky goo stuff!', which for a moment he actually seemed to believe before almost retching.
still, five minutes later he was in hysterics, so i suppose i didn't cause too much harm.
( , Mon 10 Sep 2007, 14:34, Reply)
you know the end of a cold, where you're sniffing as much as blowing, and your throat is strangely sore? well, once, in that state, i blew my nose on a tissue. as i pulled the tissue away, a trail of snot remained, so i gathered it with the tissue,, until i realised i was effectively pulling a cord of solid mucus from my nasal cavity that had run down to the back of my throat. As I pulled, i could feel the progress of it threading its way through, well, my head, until the ropey green/grey string flopped onto the tissue.
you don't waste moments like this.
i ran into the living room, brandishing it at the boyfriend, shouting 'look! look! it's that wierd 80s sticky goo stuff!', which for a moment he actually seemed to believe before almost retching.
still, five minutes later he was in hysterics, so i suppose i didn't cause too much harm.
( , Mon 10 Sep 2007, 14:34, Reply)
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