Horrible things I've done to a loved one
You shat on her Justin Bieber poster because you adore her. She cleaned the toilet bowl with your toothbrush for the same reason. Tell us of the times true love has not been as true as it should
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( , Thu 16 Jun 2011, 12:56)
You shat on her Justin Bieber poster because you adore her. She cleaned the toilet bowl with your toothbrush for the same reason. Tell us of the times true love has not been as true as it should
Suggested by Edenmonster
( , Thu 16 Jun 2011, 12:56)
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I sometimes snore
I have always told people that if I'm keeping them up then they are welcome to wake me up in whatever way necessary; I never remember it.
Soooooo......
Sleeping in a small room with 2 other people (who love me. That's the tenuous link). I'm in the top tier of a bunk bed. I'm snoring. Burly bloke in bottom bunk opposite gets up and pokes me. I stop. He goes back to bed.
I start again. He gets up and pokes me again. I stop. He goes back to bed.
I start again. He gets up, quite pissed off, and belts me on my arse (I'm lying facing the wall). I stop. He goes back to bed.
I start again. By this point he's had enough. He hauls himself out of bed, winds up, and punches me as hard as he can on my arse, determined that I will actually wake up properly this time, and give him a chance to get some kip.
Except it's not my arse. I've rolled over.
I woke up.
( , Thu 16 Jun 2011, 23:59, 4 replies)
I have always told people that if I'm keeping them up then they are welcome to wake me up in whatever way necessary; I never remember it.
Soooooo......
Sleeping in a small room with 2 other people (who love me. That's the tenuous link). I'm in the top tier of a bunk bed. I'm snoring. Burly bloke in bottom bunk opposite gets up and pokes me. I stop. He goes back to bed.
I start again. He gets up and pokes me again. I stop. He goes back to bed.
I start again. He gets up, quite pissed off, and belts me on my arse (I'm lying facing the wall). I stop. He goes back to bed.
I start again. By this point he's had enough. He hauls himself out of bed, winds up, and punches me as hard as he can on my arse, determined that I will actually wake up properly this time, and give him a chance to get some kip.
Except it's not my arse. I've rolled over.
I woke up.
( , Thu 16 Jun 2011, 23:59, 4 replies)
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