A "friend" of mine recently had a tragic event unfold. Because he's a disgusting pig he'll occasionally hot box his wife even going so far as to fart in her direction. Great fun is had by all and he finds this terribly amusing every time. Louder the better... even the dog is disturbed.
I... <cough> he... recently went over to his in-laws for dinner. After a wonderful dinner his wife, so he thought retired to the living room and his mother-in-law picked up in the kitchen. Seeing his wife sitting inoccently in a chair and feeling a gaseous emination coming upon him, my friend let his wife have it with a full broadside around the edge of the chair.
Much to his horror... his wife turned out to be his mother in law. She did not look to be nearly as amused as he would have hoped. His only recourse was to grab his wife and flee the house with mumbled apolgies and no explanation.
No further mention of this incident has been forthcoming. However, the question is how does one recover from such a terminally embarassing event.
As I right this I do find the event amusing though... this just confirms what a twisted bastard I am.
Originally posted by Hand of Hecate
A "friend" of mine recently had a tragic event unfold. Because he's a disgusting pig he'll occasionally hot box his wife even going so far as to fart in her direction. Great fun is had by all and he finds this terribly amusing every time. Louder the better... even the dog is disturbed.
I... <cough> he... recently went over to his in-laws for ...[text shortened]... right this I do find the event amusing though... this just confirms what a twisted bastard I am.
It stinks ..... 😛
Originally posted by Hand of HecateD.I.V.O.R.C.E.
A "friend" of mine recently had a tragic event unfold. Because he's a disgusting pig he'll occasionally hot box his wife even going so far as to fart in her direction. Great fun is had by all and he finds this terribly amusing e ...[text shortened]... amusing though... this just confirms what a twisted bastard I am.
And start a new life.
That's tragically embarrassing, humiliatingly amusing and I'm personally very glad it happened to yo...I mean your friend...and not to me.
But seriously, the next time your friend has a dinner with said in-laws, he should stand up to do a speech.
Then he should unfold a letter and read a little Scottish poem out loud to everyone in a booming voice:
"Where 'er ye may be,
Let yer wind gang free."
Smile sheepishly, sit down and say: "Seriously, don't cook sprouts anymore..."