There was this one lad,
a complete fantasist, who would ramble on at great length about imaginary ex-girlfriends of his - one was a racist, one cheated on him, one was bipolar, etc.
His stories were very long and often dull and usually everyone would simply move away from him and start again.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Tue 15 May 2012, 8:55, 3 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

Hahahah this reminds me:
When we were about 16, walking down the street in a group of five or six chaps, Yeti suddenly said ‘what do you think of my new girlfriend then?’ – to which we all said ‘EH? What girlfriend?’ (he was and still is fat and ginger). ‘Oh sorry, I was just wondering what it would be like to be able to say that and accidentally said it out loud’.

Poor, lonely Yeti with his four foot high pile of wank mags.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 15 May 2012, 8:59, Reply)

Ha ha ha ha

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Tue 15 May 2012, 9:00, Reply)

There was also the time
when we were on the train and he left his (mercifully underpant-clad) knob hanging out the front of his jeans following a visit to the lavatory.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 15 May 2012, 9:01, Reply)

Well played.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Tue 15 May 2012, 8:59, Reply)

Spanky Hanky was only just developing.

( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Tue 15 May 2012, 9:01, Reply)