I used to be friends with some Siamese twins.

They were inseperable.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 15:04, Reply)

i han a intense relationship with B3TA's QOTW
but it we fell out due to the rubbish questions they have been posting recently...... :p

It's big get over it!
(djgalaxe, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 14:15, Reply)

Not so intense, more gay.
As a young 'un I had a little friend called Daniel. He was a podgy sort of boy and lived next door. We used to play army in the woods together and go on bike rides. Then something happened. He spent more and more time with his sisters, even at 8 he started to wear tight shorts that gave him cameltoe. when a group of us got together to play Transformers or Mask or Army, he wanted to be Madonna. He would vogue his little fucking head off. We had girls in our group and in summer we'd play doctor in the bushes. Daniel always tried to look at and touch boybits. He even used be on the girls team at kiss chase.

Anyway, a few years on we go to a party and Daniel is already there. Hadnt seen him for years. He's in full drag, pissed up and telling everyone how WE used to play doctor and how WE used to kiss in the bushes and how WE were going to get married!

I now have my very own gay stalker.
(Inigo Montoya Has returned, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 10:25, Reply)

barbed wire necklace
My best friend in high school once gave me a necklace she'd fashioned by hand by twisting together links of copper wire. It poked me mercilessly and I wore it anyway. I'd bought the spool of wire for her at a Canadian Tire after she'd been caught trying to shoplift it and had been duly humiliated by some power-hungry aisle cop. The necklace, which featured a wire-wrapped pendant of her namesake gemstone (which I had given her), was presented as a going away gift when I left for university. We'd had an intense sort of friendship - lots of driving out into rainy wilderness parks of a Sunday night to listen to radioplays on CBC whilst hotboxing her little alien-green Pontiac Acadian, sometimes giving in and making out in the backseat until dawn, or under cottonwood trees by the river in the pouring rain, you know, moments that go straight into a 17-year-old girl's psyche and lodge there like a throwing star with pictures of kittens on it. We used to go down to a field behind a burned-out house and read under the apple trees. Once I duct taped her to her own roof rack. I took her to her grad. My boyfriend hated her.

So when I came home in the summer and announced I was getting married, something changed - I guess she had other ideas. However. The following year, when my husband and I moved back to this neck of the woods, she decided she was his new best friend, and things became very strange indeed... She convinced him to drive to Nevada with her to go to Burning Man (I couldn't go because I was pregnant and working), and seemed to really get off on my mixed feelings over the arrangement (the snickering kind of gave her away). They stayed away an extra day or two, driving past through our city and on up to the west coast to camp on the beach... they became fast fast friends and spent many an evening running around stealing roadsigns or dropping ecstasy or God knows what while I stayed home and washed the dishes and took bubble baths and tried really fucking hard not to feel sorry for myself. They didn't (so I hear) actually go to bed together until about four days before the baby was born. I didn't find out for five years. But when she left flowers on my doorstep with a cryptic note when I was at home with my wee infink, I knew there must be a reason I wanted so badly to pitch them out.

My ex-(for reasons unrelated, even!)husband's childhood teddy bear vanished from our house the night they spent together. He's convinced she took it. When I came home from the hospital I found her initials carved in my bathroom door.

Why aren't people resonding so readily to this question? Jesus. Because it's fucking personal. If anyone I know happens across this posting, I'm guaranteed a "get OVER it already". Trust me, I'd dearly love to. But I really want to strangle that woman and fuck her corpse.
(iron_pigtail, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 7:53, Reply)

HI ZID

( Fictional Emma :P, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 2:42, Reply)

Er..
No good stories about McDonalds really, I spent most of my time figuring out ways I could earn my minimum wage by doing as little work as possible. This involved running into work, clocking in early, then getting changed, washing, having a fag, and then waltzing into the kitchen. Once, I clocked in 30mins early, and left for about 6hrs, and then returned and clocked out for an hour break.

The boss eventually copped to my deliberate tardyness, and promptly handed me the sack.
(' or 1=1 --, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 0:41, Reply)

I liked a girl called Emma
I felt her tits and she punched me in the face.

We were really in love.
(zid, Wed 2 Aug 2006, 22:09, Reply)

plop
A girlfriend from a few years back told me how her and her sisters used to go to the toilet together. One would stand on the toilet seat and defecate, and the others would watch and scream with delight.

This went further too; they wondered where the poo came from, so they would examine each other's arseholes. Ugh. Their only excuse is that they were young, and everything's ok with sisters.

Now stop looking at my enormous cock.
(mmmkay, Wed 2 Aug 2006, 17:27, Reply)