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I sent a long and appropriately explicit text to a young lady, who i was having a 2-week fling with at work. It was exceptionally juicy - detailing what i was going to do to her and how slowly etc etc. A few days later, i received a new handset, gave the old one to my Dad 'Reverend' Stunt....


About an hour later i received a text from Dad on my new phone. It was same explicit message i'd sent to work woman. Dad forwarded it onto me with helpfully corrected punctuation... the SHAME! :-$ (my dad now knows what a charming little deviant i am) haha.

Mikecg Wrote:

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How does it go again, you get kicked

> off at Penge cross the road and wait for the but

> to turn round and get back on it again. Totaly

> nutts.

>


Yes i totally hated that, esp when its raining & you left your coat in the pub

Not ED specific and I may have told this story before, but it's one I'll never forget.


I was about 17 and started seeing this fella. We went to visit his folks in Leicester and went out with his mates in the evening. Both of us were totally plastered and got in quite late having consumed ridiculous amounts of stella.


He had a single bed in his room and it was downstairs. For some reason when his Mum went to bed she set the house alarm. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a bit queasy and had to leg it to the bathroom. As I opened the bedroom door I set the house alarm off, so ran back in to the bedroom in an attempt to wake Jim. Was unsuccessful and following my exertions had to throw up. I grabbed the nearest receptacle and was sick - In to a half pint glass.


At this stage I was in a bit of a quandary as I didn't really want to leave a half pint of puke in the bedroom all night, so decided that his Mum must have switched the alarm off and proceeded to head towards the bathroom. I opened the door and off went the alarm. Was straight back in to the room, glass down on the table and again tried to wake Jim. No luck, heard his Mum come down again to reset the alarm. At this stage I decided to resign myself to the fact that I'd have to deal with it in the morning.


I went to move the glass from the table I left it on but it had gone. Turned out I'd missed the table and it had gone all over the floor. I gave up and got in to bed.


Woke up about three hours later, to discover that Jim had done his usual and the bed was wet. I got out, found a spare quilt and slept on the floor (away from the sick). Jim woke up the next morning to find himself in a rather damp bed with a nasty hangover. When expressing his disgust with himself, I then decided to tell him....


"yeah, and you were sick!!


For some reason we stayed together for a while, but I always dreaded visits to his parents.

Good story Anna. I too have been sick into a pint glass in Leicester, although it was in the middle of the dance floor at the student union, and I'm afraid I left it there to no doubt get kicked over and cause maximum carnage.


Have to say though, what kind of freak turns on an alarm inside their own house? Was it some extreme form of toilet training? Get up to go to the loo, set off alarm that alerts the entire neighbourhood to your weak bladder.

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