Are you sure someone wasn't just pulling you plonker? It sounds like someone was pulling your plonker
I can imagine someone saying "I can't believe he fell for that, soaked it up like a sponge" as you walked away
B x
Are you sure someone wasn't just pulling you plonker? It sounds like someone was pulling your plonkerI was told today about a hamster who had been found, after he'd escaped, under the fridge. The family put him back in his cage, only to become concerned when he didn't run around anymore. Turns out, he'd eaten a fridge magnet and was stuck to the metal cage
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It was Lis that told me, so it's entirely possibleAre you sure someone wasn't just pulling you plonker? It sounds like someone was pulling your plonker
I can imagine someone saying "I can't believe he fell for that, soaked it up like a sponge" as you walked away
B x
Actually, I got my mate back a couple of years later when I brought a shag back to his house and he did the same thing - started nattering away ten to the dozen with my mark...Arranged to meet a married man one time. We really clicked online and couldn't wait to actually see each other.
So I slipped off one night and met up with him. Were walking in town, getting to know each other when, blow me down with a feather, we bumped into a very good friend of mine.
As it was under the radar, I introduced the married man as a new friend and continued the conversation with a view to ditching my old friend at the earliest possible convenience.
Only they got along. Really well. Really annoyingly well.
And time kept on passing... 20mins, 30mins, 40mins... and they kept chatting.
As an hour approached I was not interested with discussing the finer points of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and actually pretty pissed off and nearly ditched both of them. Hijacked!
I did manage to rescue it, just, although I was seriously hacked off, and managed to give my old friend the slip so we could continue.
My friend, who knows me well, quizzed me after - "Who was that guy? How did we meet? Is he gay?"
Love you dearly but fuck off
no he deffo doesn't smell like a hamsters cage lol actually Mrs F he smells gorgeous VxxI know, you don't do you?
You speak the truth fella!!Moral of the story ( one of them ) is do not bother with a 160 mile round trip.
No, the moral of the story is 180 mile round trip is fine so long as you're both on the same page...You speak the truth fella!!
...and sober!No, the moral of the story is 180 mile round trip is fine so long as you're both on the same page...
...or both drunk. Whatever... Be on the same page...and sober!
Did he know they were going upstairs to get to know each other?We had our nightmare about 18months ago. Met a couple at Chams one Saturday night. Didn't play but got on really well and exchanged numbers. Arranged to meet at ours about a week later, but I got bad feeling about it a few days before as he kept trying to contact Mrs Brum to ask what she was going to do to him. Anyway on the night things going ok, bottle of wine, polite chat etc when the ladies decide to go upstairs to get to know each other better. Then all of a sudden he kicks off, storming up the stairs shouting at both Ames Brum and his wife about doing things behind his back. Had to throw him out the flat and ask his wife to get dressed and leave. Put Mrs Brum off the scene for about 8 months.
Blimey.... Drink doesn't always mix well in this game, nor does mass insecurities.We had our nightmare about 18months ago. Met a couple at Chams one Saturday night. Didn't play but got on really well and exchanged numbers. Arranged to meet at ours about a week later, but I got bad feeling about it a few days before as he kept trying to contact Mrs Brum to ask what she was going to do to him. Anyway on the night things going ok, bottle of wine, polite chat etc when the ladies decide to go upstairs to get to know each other better. Then all of a sudden he kicks off, storming up the stairs shouting at both Ames Brum and his wife about doing things behind his back. Had to throw him out the flat and ask his wife to get dressed and leave. Put Mrs Brum off the scene for about 8 months.
Did he know they were going upstairs to get to know each other?
Blimey.... Drink doesn't always mix well in this game, nor does mass insecurities.
Then thats shocking behaviour xxYes, we had discussed it before they arrived.
He didn't drink as he was driving.
Well then - blimey. Saved then. Think of it as a lucky escape. Terrible behaviour.Yes, we had discussed it before they arrived.
He didn't drink as he was driving.
One of the things I find shocking about this is why he thought it was acceptable to behave that way in your house, that's completely unacceptable VxxWe had our nightmare about 18months ago. Met a couple at Chams one Saturday night. Didn't play but got on really well and exchanged numbers. Arranged to meet at ours about a week later, but I got bad feeling about it a few days before as he kept trying to contact Mrs Brum to ask what she was going to do to him. Anyway on the night things going ok, bottle of wine, polite chat etc when the ladies decide to go upstairs to get to know each other better. Then all of a sudden he kicks off, storming up the stairs shouting at both Ames Brum and his wife about doing things behind his back. Had to throw him out the flat and ask his wife to get dressed and leave. Put Mrs Brum off the scene for about 8 months.
Blimey - still that's bad enough, but alas it happens.Reading the above, realise how lucky we are. Haven't had any nightmares during home meets or clubbing, the only bad thing we've seen was a fight in a club between two men but we were not close and it was soon stopped. Some meets were better than others but really nothing has been bad. They've all been fun one way or another,
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