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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I'm not sure if this strictly counts, but reading some of these stories has just reminded me of it so, bollocks I'm going to type it anyway.
I was in the Firestation in Bournemouth having an uncharacteristically lucky evening with the ladies. On the dance floor I had started on my second amerous conquest - a particularly short girl in an zebra top. The lights came up and we made to leave, her clutching to my side if not out of love, out of being too shitfaced to walk.
Outside, we waited for our respective groups of friends to turn up and I started a little idle banter. The conversation went like this
Me - "Are your friends getting their coats?"
Her - "Your Mum's a whore"
Me - "I'm sorry?"
Her - "Your Mum"
Me - "What?"
Her - "She's waiting for you"
Me - "..."
Her - "She's waiting for you on the street corner"
She then staggered off giggling.
On a plus side, I met a lovely girl called Laura straight after.
Oh come on, it was a kind of dumping. Plus I pulled three times... Three
( , Fri 18 Jun 2004, 16:00, Reply)
I'm not sure if this strictly counts, but reading some of these stories has just reminded me of it so, bollocks I'm going to type it anyway.
I was in the Firestation in Bournemouth having an uncharacteristically lucky evening with the ladies. On the dance floor I had started on my second amerous conquest - a particularly short girl in an zebra top. The lights came up and we made to leave, her clutching to my side if not out of love, out of being too shitfaced to walk.
Outside, we waited for our respective groups of friends to turn up and I started a little idle banter. The conversation went like this
Me - "Are your friends getting their coats?"
Her - "Your Mum's a whore"
Me - "I'm sorry?"
Her - "Your Mum"
Me - "What?"
Her - "She's waiting for you"
Me - "..."
Her - "She's waiting for you on the street corner"
She then staggered off giggling.
On a plus side, I met a lovely girl called Laura straight after.
Oh come on, it was a kind of dumping. Plus I pulled three times... Three
( , Fri 18 Jun 2004, 16:00, Reply)
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