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» Accidental innuendo
Apparently we have the same...
I was talking to a girl the other day who works in a pub my older brother frequents. We were going the same way home, just talking, when she says "Oh, you're Ben's brother aren't you?", to which I reply "Yeah". She promptly comes out with "I should have recognised you, you have the same knob!"
Stunned looks all round. Turns out she meant to say "nod", which is a pretty strange thing to say anyway.
(Sat 14th Jun 2008, 12:11, More)
Apparently we have the same...
I was talking to a girl the other day who works in a pub my older brother frequents. We were going the same way home, just talking, when she says "Oh, you're Ben's brother aren't you?", to which I reply "Yeah". She promptly comes out with "I should have recognised you, you have the same knob!"
Stunned looks all round. Turns out she meant to say "nod", which is a pretty strange thing to say anyway.
(Sat 14th Jun 2008, 12:11, More)
» Teenage Parties
This wasn't a party to be soon forgotten...
We were having your typical parents-not-aware house party, courtesy of my friend Bowen, and it was in his old house, him having just moved out and the house not being sold yet. Anyhoo, the party continued until 11:00pm, when an urgent message arrived from someone who had just left: Bowen's parents suspected something and had called her parents to find out what was happening. Discovering the secret party, they had done the sensible thing and set off in the car straight away. Not good. So, in a drunken hurry, the remaining 7-8 of us tried to tidy everything up and remove all trace of the party in about 5 minutes. Carrying everything we had taken to the party, we ran out of the house and set off for nowhere in particular.
We carried on down the road in our drunken impulsiveness, hiding every time a car came etc, until we stopped at a rugby club and sat on the stands deciding what to do. Eventually Bowen decided to phone his parents and get it over with. He then had a phone call which really didn't make all that much sense:
Yeah, I'm at Aidans. (Aidan's was where he had said he was going, and was in Glossop miles away)
I'm just outside Aidans.
I'm on the bus to Stockport.
I'm in Wilmslow.
No, I'm not drunk.
His vague excuses didn't really cut the mustard as there wasn't really any way in his state he could disguise that he was still not sober. We then decided that Bowen would run off to get a train back home, as he had told his parents he was already on one. The people wwho lived in the area walked home, and the other 4 of us were invited back to someone's house in Marple to sleep over
The two girls headed to the train station to order a taxi, and me and Blacky went back to Bowens to make sure that we had locked up and everything (Paranoia setting in). We got there and his parents had been and gone, as the large pile of mail had vanished. We went back to the train station, to find out that the two girls had met Bowen there, but his parents had arrived and rather angrily taken him away.
We got the taxi back, and staggered together some beds. Just talking though, me and Blacky realised that A) I had forgotten my camera and B) He has forgotten his GCSE DT coursework folder, deadline tuesday. Rather worried, we went to bed.
Next morning, we woke up at 8 and hatched a plan. We phoned Bowen and asked to borrow the keys to his old house (:P) to get our stuff, and also offered to tidy up all the stuff we'd left for him. Me and Blacky got the bus from Marple to Stockport, and then boarded the 199 to Whaley Bridge to pick up the keys.
However, just as we were passing school I got a phone call saying that my older brother was going to the house where I was meant to be to pick me up because my little brother was ill and I had to stay in the house with him as everyone else was going out.
I quickly said that I was actually heading to *mumblemumble* with Blacky to pick up some stuff, and that I was just passing school. I was then told that i would have to make my own way home, so I pressed the stop button and jumped off the bus leaving a stunned Blacky to the 2 hour journey to Whaley Bridge and back.
Being at school, Isports kit (massive bag) that I had left behind the previous day, so I ran into school and grabbed that.
Loaded with huge bags and a large lacrosse stick as well as all my stuff from Bowens, I walked to the bus station in Stockport past the college, which was just having break and so there were evil looking chavs everywhere. I got to the bus station without getting mugged and got the bus back home, before walking up my large hill and practically collapsing onto my bed.
(Thu 13th Apr 2006, 12:24, More)
This wasn't a party to be soon forgotten...
We were having your typical parents-not-aware house party, courtesy of my friend Bowen, and it was in his old house, him having just moved out and the house not being sold yet. Anyhoo, the party continued until 11:00pm, when an urgent message arrived from someone who had just left: Bowen's parents suspected something and had called her parents to find out what was happening. Discovering the secret party, they had done the sensible thing and set off in the car straight away. Not good. So, in a drunken hurry, the remaining 7-8 of us tried to tidy everything up and remove all trace of the party in about 5 minutes. Carrying everything we had taken to the party, we ran out of the house and set off for nowhere in particular.
We carried on down the road in our drunken impulsiveness, hiding every time a car came etc, until we stopped at a rugby club and sat on the stands deciding what to do. Eventually Bowen decided to phone his parents and get it over with. He then had a phone call which really didn't make all that much sense:
Yeah, I'm at Aidans. (Aidan's was where he had said he was going, and was in Glossop miles away)
I'm just outside Aidans.
I'm on the bus to Stockport.
I'm in Wilmslow.
No, I'm not drunk.
His vague excuses didn't really cut the mustard as there wasn't really any way in his state he could disguise that he was still not sober. We then decided that Bowen would run off to get a train back home, as he had told his parents he was already on one. The people wwho lived in the area walked home, and the other 4 of us were invited back to someone's house in Marple to sleep over
The two girls headed to the train station to order a taxi, and me and Blacky went back to Bowens to make sure that we had locked up and everything (Paranoia setting in). We got there and his parents had been and gone, as the large pile of mail had vanished. We went back to the train station, to find out that the two girls had met Bowen there, but his parents had arrived and rather angrily taken him away.
We got the taxi back, and staggered together some beds. Just talking though, me and Blacky realised that A) I had forgotten my camera and B) He has forgotten his GCSE DT coursework folder, deadline tuesday. Rather worried, we went to bed.
Next morning, we woke up at 8 and hatched a plan. We phoned Bowen and asked to borrow the keys to his old house (:P) to get our stuff, and also offered to tidy up all the stuff we'd left for him. Me and Blacky got the bus from Marple to Stockport, and then boarded the 199 to Whaley Bridge to pick up the keys.
However, just as we were passing school I got a phone call saying that my older brother was going to the house where I was meant to be to pick me up because my little brother was ill and I had to stay in the house with him as everyone else was going out.
I quickly said that I was actually heading to *mumblemumble* with Blacky to pick up some stuff, and that I was just passing school. I was then told that i would have to make my own way home, so I pressed the stop button and jumped off the bus leaving a stunned Blacky to the 2 hour journey to Whaley Bridge and back.
Being at school, Isports kit (massive bag) that I had left behind the previous day, so I ran into school and grabbed that.
Loaded with huge bags and a large lacrosse stick as well as all my stuff from Bowens, I walked to the bus station in Stockport past the college, which was just having break and so there were evil looking chavs everywhere. I got to the bus station without getting mugged and got the bus back home, before walking up my large hill and practically collapsing onto my bed.
(Thu 13th Apr 2006, 12:24, More)