Fookin' 'ang glidin'
A few years ago, my mate from the flaming balls of shit story was married to a very attractive, and - it must be said - generously norked Yorkshire lass. I shall spare her blushes, but her name began with an "E".

Their bedroom was on the top floor of a house in Selby, with a spiral staircase leading down to the ground floor, where the bathroom was. One morning, I was at their house and E's mother had come over. We were chatting in the kitchen when there was an almighty thud from the other room.

We rushed through to find that E, wet from the shower, had slipped on the spiral staircase. She'd shed her towel and was spreadeagled through the staircase. The capper for the incident came, though, when her mum, in broad Yorkshire, asked "'ave yer fell?".

"Nooo, I'm fookin' 'ang glidin' - what's it look like? Now 'elp us up, yer daft cow!"

Class. Still got a good eyeful though!
(lustfish, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 1:44, 1 reply)

Oh god, I nearly cried laughing
Nope, I AM crying. *click*
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 21:22, closed)