Have you ever been dumped in a spectacular way?
My personal best was being dumped on birthday after spending the day at my mothers house putting 20 years of childhood possessions in a skip. Can you beat that? Surely you can.
( , Thu 17 Jun 2004, 16:14)
My personal best was being dumped on birthday after spending the day at my mothers house putting 20 years of childhood possessions in a skip. Can you beat that? Surely you can.
( , Thu 17 Jun 2004, 16:14)
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Those pesky Frenchies...
And then there was the female friend who was studying in France for a year, having left the boyfriend (not me!) at home in Birmingham.
He decided to be romantic and pay an unannounced visit. He hitch-hiked all the way to central France, taking nearly two days to do it, arriving at her house at 8am one morning.
Her flatmate let him in, telling him that his girlfriend was still in bed.
He crept up the stairs and burst into her bedroom shouting "Surprise!".
Yes, the girlfriend was surprised.
But possibly not as surprised as the Frenchman who was in the process of doing her doggy-style at the time.
I can't remember who exactly dumped who. I think it may have been mutual...
Still, she was laughing her tits off when she told me about it!
( , Fri 18 Jun 2004, 15:52, Reply)
And then there was the female friend who was studying in France for a year, having left the boyfriend (not me!) at home in Birmingham.
He decided to be romantic and pay an unannounced visit. He hitch-hiked all the way to central France, taking nearly two days to do it, arriving at her house at 8am one morning.
Her flatmate let him in, telling him that his girlfriend was still in bed.
He crept up the stairs and burst into her bedroom shouting "Surprise!".
Yes, the girlfriend was surprised.
But possibly not as surprised as the Frenchman who was in the process of doing her doggy-style at the time.
I can't remember who exactly dumped who. I think it may have been mutual...
Still, she was laughing her tits off when she told me about it!
( , Fri 18 Jun 2004, 15:52, Reply)
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