» What's the hardest you've tried to get dumped?

hmm fairly OT but...
This is a case of a good friend of mine, who didn't particularly try hard to get dumped but rather had a really hard time getting dumped.

Said friend was in the far east doing a bit of travelling and all that business, teaching in thailand for the most part.

He finds a nice local lady and proceeds to have his wicked way with her, fuelled by thai whiskey and not really concerning himself about the fact he was most definetely not looking for anything serious...

Thinking very little about his casual liasons with this bird at first, all was hunkydorey until he got to know her a little bit better and realised his cunning plan to crush her fragile lady-emotions and run off into the sunset full of bravado may have been ill thought out.

Firstly, he discovers this bird is a bit of a master at martial arts and was some sort of thai kickboxing champion, "fucksocks. Thought he, oh well...martial artists are notoriously well disciplined and wouldn't use their skills unless their life was threatened."

Until he discovers factoid number 2, that his ladyfriend was only recently released from an institution she was detained at for some time due to an incident involving some scary shit and a dead man.

Now absolutely shitting it, he decides to just get it over and done with, the result of which was a fairly severe beating and being dragged half a mile off the back of her motorbike.

He is scared of the far east now.
(Thu 5th Jun 2008, 16:34, More)

» Cars

My first Car-ma
My buddy purchased a lovely Nissan Sunny, the first of our gang to get a motor we loved it and used it to take us round to all our social gatherings...

One fine summer's day we piled into it for a beach party and set off to the seaside, happy days! Much amusement was had and I did my usual tactic of going one step too far and managed to heave a massive amphet and brandy fuelled sick in the passenger footwell, "You're cleaning that up" Said my mate to which I incoherently mumbled a bit and proceeded to curl up and twitch in the manner that you do when approaching polydrug overdose and sunstroke....

Fastforward 18 months, all memories of said night truly lost in my cavernous swiss cheeselike mindcogs and I find myself clutching that pink sheet of paper telling me I was roadlegal...Hell yeah! Now I just need a motor, turns out my mate was selling his trusty Nissan and in my excitement I snapped it up right away...

As a young 18 year old with a new toy I got straight to it, ignoring the slightly weird smell as I parked it up on my drive and got the vacuum, polish and hosepipe ready to buff my new baby, it was then I noticed the passenger footwell was blue, green, yellow and very very crusty with an odour that could floor Rhinos. That bastard was right all along, I did have to clean it up. Probably regret letting it mature for 18 months first...Karma is a bitch.
(Fri 23rd Apr 2010, 18:20, More)

» How clean is your house?

gross
when i was a student i had a fairly student-esque gathering at my abode, it took me an entire fortnight to discover the shit in a pint glass in my kitchen cupboard.
(Sat 27th Mar 2010, 13:28, More)