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I can't remember. It was definately in high school though. Possibly 12 or 13.

 

I remember it well. I had an upset stomoch and all through fourth period could feel what I thought was a fart building up. When I got into last period I sat down and let rip, or I would have, actualy the sound was more like 'squelch'. Anyway I froze in terror and sat still for a couple of minutes but could see people starting to be able to smell it. So I thought it best to ask if I could go to the toilet.

 

I didn't return.

 

I had to bury the underwear it was so covered in poo.

 

 

Why do I have the awful feeling this is going to end up in someones sig?

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My friend and I were on his way to his house after it snowed to get his stuff (he was coming over to hang till the snow melted). It was a good 3-4 inches of solid ice/snow on the road, and he has a little Subarbu Loyale (front wheel drive). Anyways, ont he drive to my friends house, we thought it would be funny to see what would happen if we pulled the E-brake on the snow. Needless to say we slid for about 5 feet and crashed into the ditch nose first. We were fine but held up traffic for about 20 min >< Was a great "WTF did we just do and how are we still alive moment" though lol

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Dunno, but you best ask your mum - she was at the party, which just so happens to be 9 months before your birthday...

 

:D

 

Just to let you know, I am 7 years older than you, which explains why you got drunk on Heineken and had to pull a 'your mum'-insult. Ignorant child. <_<

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Just to let you know, I am 7 years older than you, which explains why you got drunk on Heineken and had to pull a 'your mum'-insult. Ignorant child. <_<

 

All in good fun mate, hence the smiley.

 

No offense meant, and there's certainly no need to get offensive.

 

And you think I'd put my real age on a website, or indeed any of my real details?

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All in good fun mate, hence the smiley.

 

No offense meant, and there's certainly no need to get offensive.

 

And you think I'd put my real age on a website, or indeed any of my real details?

:blink:

Lying is a felony <_<

 

In any case :) I recommend you these sites

 

http://www.belgianstyle.com/mmguide/

 

Probably the only Wikipedia page that is correct.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgian_beer

 

next time you feel the urge to drink "poser beer" I welcome you in the world of real beer,

then you will have plenty of stories for this topic. :D

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At a camp recently I held a poo in for two days. I got so desperate by then end of it that I got anal cramp, which is god damn painfull.

 

It was so bad I fell over and then had to run/limp to the latrine.

 

I work as a counselor at a local camp/ wilderness ed. center. Anyway, on a trip last week, one kid had not a single bowel movement the entire 7 day trip.

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I was playing at a mini-skirmish with 3 friends in the woods outside his house - it's beside a private road, so only him and his neighbours go up the road, and we saw that the neighbours were in, so we decided to play.

 

After a few games, I was lying in a ditch on the side of the road, aiming this springer MP5 towards the house, where I knew someone was (I could hear him - and bear in mind it was pitch black out), when my phone starts ringing. Cringing, I answer, tell my mother that, no, I won't be home for dinner...yes, could you save me some...I'm lying in a ditch...no please, go away. So, having failed utterly at stealth, I crawl out of the ditch, when, lo and behold, I heard a noise behind me. I turn around, and see a car coming along the road. At which point I make myself as small as I can, even though I'm lying on the side of the road. The car passes me, slows, then stops. It then reverses up, and I hear a voice.

 

"You alright down there, mate?"

 

"Errr, yeh, I'm fine..."

 

"Who are you, then?"

 

"I'm, um, Lex, I'm with Dan, lives in that house."

 

"Oh, Neville's kid?"

 

"Yeh."

 

"Ah OK then. Sorry, we thought, you know, guy lying beside the road, bit weird. What you doing, anyway?"

 

"Better that you don't ask..."

 

So after a wee conversation with them and laughing my head off (still lying beside the road), I get up and surrender. Turn around and see Dan walking up behind me giggling. Yeh, he'd seen the whole thing <_<

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Cant remember if I told this before...

 

I was 18 years old, and a new driver. Looking for a job. So I see this advert in the local paper:

 

"Drivers required: Own transport preferred but not essential"

 

Okay, so a van driving job. I can do that. I call up, they say to just pop up. The place is within walking distance, so I do so.

 

I get to the place. This is a very small building with a very small carpark. Where do they store the vans?

 

I go in, get given a form to fill out. Its taken from me when Im done and I sit waiting. Im wearing slashed jeans and a heavy metal t-shirt, and I have long hair tied back with a bandana. 2 other guys there...suits and shirts. Uh-oh, something is amiss.

 

"Christopher Wright!". I mutter under my breath that they got my name wrong. "Umm...its White". She doesnt apologise. She leads me up a flight of stairs. Uh-oh Mk2.

 

I go into the office. Its a small office with a guy behind a desk wearing what appears to be a cheap-looking grey suit. The kind of person youd expect to see casting for a gay porn movie. And behind him, on the wall, are pictures. I panic a bit...I wish he *had* been a porn movie caster. The pictures are all of...

 

...Kirby vacuum cleaners...

 

Hoooolllley ****. Especially because this was about the time that cold-calling was in its heyday and Kirby salesmen were the next lowest class of existence to double-glazing salesmen. I got that interview over with quickly! I must have impressed him though, or they must have been very desperate, because I got offered a job.

 

Needless to say, I didnt accept!

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next time you feel the urge to drink "poser beer" I welcome you in the world of real beer,

then you will have plenty of stories for this topic. :D

 

Woe him who does not know the ways of Belgian beer, for they are foolishly ignorant and deprived of good beer :P

 

Heineken is considered here to be worse that leftover dishwater... :D

 

anyways heres my story

Years back in states, i decided to tag along with my bud to the liqourstore eventhough i wasnt legally allowed in one, fed up of him bringing home nothing but either wodka,tequila,whiskey or *suitcasey* beer, i was gonna have a nose around bring some good stuff.

after looking around, and finding nothing else but wodka,tequila,whiskey or *suitcasey* beer, i felt embarresed...

 

a few years on, i went back to visit, armed with multiple bottles of booze (that's right, fool me once...), knowing i could only actually bring 2 bottles legally...

anyhow, i had run out of in my luggage, so i had to bring one hipflask sized bottle in my pantspocket.

So I'm at the belgian airport ready to leave and i go through the peeping doorthing, wich offcourse goes off on me (dont think i've actually been able to go through one of the buggers without setting it off), i had forgotten that the bottle had metal cap, so after a couple of tries, setting off the damn alarm each time because i didnt want to give up my booze i get some special time with a security type in a little cubicle just for the two of us :unsure:

th guy does his security thing and finds the bottle in my pocket, so ï'm going all red thinking oooh *beep* here we go....

but the guy looks at it, and goes "oh, ok" gives me the bottle back and sends me on my way... lol

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walking into a builders merchants and quite honestly telling the woman behind the counter "oh cool , congratulations whens the happy day? do you know if its a boy or girl?" only to have her say " ha ha, your *fruitcage* funny arnt you" i stood there looking all hurt and said " what? what did i say? arnt you happy about it or something?" she says " im not *fruitcage* pregnant, this it what you look like when youve had six kids" so now im mortified had no intension of upsetting the poor cow. so word of advice, if your not 100% sure, dont say a bloody thing.

il get me coat.

 

 

Moral of the story there i would rather see a pregnant woman stood up on the bus than a fat girl sat down crying

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