I was there when it happened, but this is about a friend of mine.
On a lad's night out some years ago, one of the gents - let's call him MRRRFRGLE for no good reason - decided after drinking copious hops and fermented fruit by-products until the wee hours... to attempt dumping his girlfriend.

In a loud bar, over the phone.

The phone to which she'd been sending MRRRFRGLE pictures of herself, industrial-strength naked, to "show him what he's missing". I know this because he showed all of the pictures to us.

The phone which, I found out afterwards, she was actually paying for on MRRRFRGLE'S behalf.

And the weirdest part? He failed. They didn't split up until much later.

MRRRFRGLE
( Iki I think my camel is dead., Thu 10 Jan 2013, 14:55, Reply)