Probably nothing terribly exciting
Just after the boyf had passed his test he took me for a little drive, some twat nearly drove full pelt into the passenger side of the van (where I was obviously sitting) as he hadn't even glanced our way to check for oncoming traffic. I mean, how the fuck can you miss a bright blue morris minor van?
I've lost count of the amount of times aforementioned boyf has nearly killed himself, due to his fondness for blowing things up and faults with band equipment, a particular favourite of mine being when they discovered the microphones were live.

Um... this one's a bit embarrassing... being horny teenagers in love, we have a somewhat active sex life. Now, he's rather well equipped and knows what to do with it, so needless to say I come repeatedly until I pass out with a big fucking grin on my face. All well and good, but I also have a habit of forgetting to breathe while unconscious. Thankfully he usually manages to bring me round by prodding me or something, but a fair few times my lips have turned blue and I come to hyperventilating. Not quite so much fun when that happens.
( useful_idiot, Mon 29 Nov 2004, 17:51, Reply)