Here's your chance to vent your spleen, test your memory or express deep regret over something you experienced and never want to do again.... Don't worry, there is always someone who had it worse than you......
My mates imac'd my eye brows once whilst I was asleep drunk (in my early 20s), but they left the last 5-10mm on each brow. Bastards. I had to spend the rest of the scoot rally in Redcar looking like a fucking startled weird alien.
In line with creams comment Was 13, I thought I was about to get my first bj so scrubbed up hard and clean and just before I left, a handful of brut 33 was then cupped onto my nutsack thinking the lady would appreciate the cleanliness and sweet aroma. Gent's don't do it, it was similar to what I would imagine to be, rubbing the hottest chillies on your crown jewels. I didn't get that bj and my balls didn't go back to their natural colour for 2 days
taking the apprenticeship at the local garage instead of the collage based apprenticeship with 2years on site training in heavy diesels i was accepted for. i could of toured the world on that ticket and made some decent dosh while i was at it. or maybe not trying hard enough when i was 19 to secure funding for a two year coarse in motorcycle engineering at Bristol collage, the coarse involved building and developing a race bike with 3weeks riding it at Silverstone and another track down that way i cant mind the name of.
Dropping my very first microdot then thinking 10 mins later that nothing was happening, so took two more. Then the universe went insane. Ive not been the same since.
oh, yeah i forgot about both times i took mushrooms. i am of the wrong frame of mind for that kind of shit. just that kind of shit mind
1. Getting engaged 2. Getting engaged again 3. Getting engaged again, again Apart from that, the rest is minor.
I can remember going to Primary School and knocking out the school bully. I thought I'd be an instant hero, but no - The Headmaster told me it was appalling behaviour for a parent.
A few years ago, after seeing a friend start to tone up his body by three times a week gym attendance, and comparing my generous middle aged spread, I decided to take the plunge and take out a subscription to the local exercise club at Huddersfield Leisure Centre. On the first evening I joined the Seniors Class and spent a good hour bending, twisting stretching, jumping up and down, and gyrating. Eventually, by the time I got my new leotard on, the Class had finished.
....not making my mum sign the YTS papers for Bournemouth FC when I was 16 (and they were old division 2)
