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any1 got any embarrasing moments they wanna share?? might make some peeps laugh!!
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Hoho. The RD spirit is alive :-D
Edit: Didn't work
Rimmer wrote:
> It's gotta be a killer story. Fourteen years old. We went on holiday
> with my Uncle Frank and his daughters. Sixteen. Twins. Blonde. Now
> I knew that Sarah fancied me, but I wasn't too sure about Alice.
> Anyway, middle of the night, I wake up with this tongue stuck down my
> throat. Wide awake now -- I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Uncle
> Frank! He'd got the wrong room -- he thought I was my mum!
aaaaah, Ms Mcgruder, where were we?
> It's gotta be a killer story. Fourteen years old. We went on holiday
> with my Uncle Frank and his daughters. Sixteen. Twins. Blonde. Now
> I knew that Sarah fancied me, but I wasn't too sure about Alice.
> Anyway, middle of the night, I wake up with this tongue stuck down my
> throat. Wide awake now -- I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Uncle
> Frank! He'd got the wrong room -- he thought I was my mum!
aaaaah, Ms Mcgruder, where were we?
Rimmer wrote:
> It's gotta be a killer story. Fourteen years old. We went on holiday
> with my Uncle Frank and his daughters. Sixteen. Twins. Blonde. Now
> I knew that Sarah fancied me, but I wasn't too sure about Alice.
> Anyway, middle of the night, I wake up with this tongue stuck down my
> throat. Wide awake now -- I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Uncle
> Frank! He'd got the wrong room -- he thought I was my mum!
Yeah, of course. I think your name says it all. He wants you, baby.
> It's gotta be a killer story. Fourteen years old. We went on holiday
> with my Uncle Frank and his daughters. Sixteen. Twins. Blonde. Now
> I knew that Sarah fancied me, but I wasn't too sure about Alice.
> Anyway, middle of the night, I wake up with this tongue stuck down my
> throat. Wide awake now -- I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Uncle
> Frank! He'd got the wrong room -- he thought I was my mum!
Yeah, of course. I think your name says it all. He wants you, baby.
It's gotta be a killer story. Fourteen years old. We went on holiday with my Uncle Frank and his daughters. Sixteen. Twins. Blonde. Now I knew that Sarah fancied me, but I wasn't too sure about Alice. Anyway, middle of the night, I wake up with this tongue stuck down my throat. Wide awake now -- I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Uncle Frank! He'd got the wrong room -- he thought I was my mum!
I meant 'Amish' anyway.
snake10 wrote:
> Hedfix wrote:
> I keep banging my knob against the wall and the door's fallen off
> it's
> hinges now.
>
> Also I recently found out that I was not gay despite having hosted a
> TV show dressed up as a little irish homosexual
> Take that back.
Err, why?
> Hedfix wrote:
> I keep banging my knob against the wall and the door's fallen off
> it's
> hinges now.
>
> Also I recently found out that I was not gay despite having hosted a
> TV show dressed up as a little irish homosexual
> Take that back.
Err, why?
You wouldnt wanna know! :D
well this one time i was reading this thread.
probably the most embarrassing thing here actually
probably the most embarrassing thing here actually
Meka Dragon wrote:
> This one time I thought I'd pooed myself. Luckily I hadn't, but I had
> pooed someone else!!1!
I chuckled too loudly at this.
> This one time I thought I'd pooed myself. Luckily I hadn't, but I had
> pooed someone else!!1!
I chuckled too loudly at this.
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