Not really a conversation that was killed, more strangled at birth*
Have you ever started saying something and before it was fully out of your mouth, realised it was mahoosively inappropriate, but still not been able to stop yourself from saying it?

So, I'm coming out of the local shop (not Tesco's in case any brizztol based trustafarian cockwipes were thinking of fire-bombing my wheelie bin in order to protest about, you know, stuff) and someone was shaking a charity collection box. Being a charitable sort, without really thinking about it I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handful of small change which I deposited into the collection box saying nonchalantly,

"There's some shrapnel for you"

I was at about the second "r" when I realised it was a guy in a squaddies uniform collecting for help for heroes.


I don't know whether he had both his legs. I had coitused right off before I got the chance to look closely.

*ok, reading it back that doesn't work.
(joe is troubled Got all married and teh stuffs, Thu 12 May 2011, 20:05, 3 replies)

lovely
clicked with much gusto
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Thu 12 May 2011, 20:31, closed)

Don't worry too much about it. I'll bet my pension he was straight down the British Legion to recount the tale.
(Pugwash, Fri 13 May 2011, 0:23, closed)

Have a *click*
...for 'coitused right off'! Carlols* FTW!




*officelols for cabbies, roight?
(Sir Itchalot has a very self-referential signature, Fri 13 May 2011, 23:09, closed)