What`s the most ridiculously funny or macabre story you`ve heard about someone you know? (47)
smokyUnterland, Zurich Switzerland266 Threads 6 Polls 9,412 PostsI got one, but I first want to hear yours......?
smoky: I got one, but I first want to hear yours......?
I's about the Bahamas,Fishingwith Dynamite and a Bahamian Chap named Steve Miller.
Now Steve lived on Little Grand Cay,in the Settlement.
Steve is missing his right Arm.
After my English became somewhat passable I inquired what gruesome Accident had robbed him of his arm,having all hinds of visions of battles with Sharks and things.But I was told the Following Story:
The were all "Fishing" with Dynamite up at Double-breaster Cay
,when it was Steve's turn he lit the stick on his Cigar and threw it,
.As it left his hand it exploded and slammed Steve up into the Air.
The rest of the Fishermen went back to Grand Cay for help,and when they returned with some Fellows,poor Steve just returned out of the Sky right back into his Boat.
Now the Timeline of the Accident is very interesting.
It takes about half an hour by Motorboat from Grand Cay to Doublebreaster Cay,but in those days they had to use a Sculling Oar to move the Boats,no Motors.
Now the question is,how long did Steve remain up there with the Gulls and Terns.
When I asked the Fellow telling me the Story,if it had really happened he told me :Yeah,my third Cousin on my Mother's side saw it,and he would never lie to me,he is a Preacherman!!!
My Dad told me this story...
As a boy, he was walking through the streets of his little village when he suddenly heard his name being called ... The voice (of his Nan) was coming from an empty house that had all windows and doors shut (unusual for Spain back then) so he had a look through the key hole ... Through the key hole, he saw his Nan laying in a coffin ...
He ran all the way home to find out that his Nan had just passed away calling his name as he was the only one of the family who was not present at her passing ...
As a boy, he was walking through the streets of his little village when he suddenly heard his name being called ... The voice (of his Nan) was coming from an empty house that had all windows and doors shut (unusual for Spain back then) so he had a look through the key hole ... Through the key hole, he saw his Nan laying in a coffin ...
He ran all the way home to find out that his Nan had just passed away calling his name as he was the only one of the family who was not present at her passing ...
FlowerOfTheSnow: My Dad told me this story...
As a boy, he was walking through the streets of his little village when he suddenly heard his name being called ... The voice (of his Nan) was coming from an empty house that had all windows and doors shut (unusual for Spain back then) so he had a look through the key hole ... Through the key hole, he saw his Nan laying in a coffin ...He ran all the way home to find out that his Nan had just passed away calling his name as he was the only one of the family who was not present at her passing ...
As a boy, he was walking through the streets of his little village when he suddenly heard his name being called ... The voice (of his Nan) was coming from an empty house that had all windows and doors shut (unusual for Spain back then) so he had a look through the key hole ... Through the key hole, he saw his Nan laying in a coffin ...He ran all the way home to find out that his Nan had just passed away calling his name as he was the only one of the family who was not present at her passing ...
I have had a very very similar experiance myself, but i would not count it as either macabre or funny
what a torture
i'm not going to read them today, really
smoky: I got one, but I first want to hear yours......?
Ok, once again, you asked for it, so here it is:
PART I
I was almost 17 years old, driving my big custom made 1400cc Intruder Bike (google it) home from the pub...
Young and stupid as i was, i was completely drunk and had a mental certificate that guaranteed me complete ownage of the full width of the city road. Must have been around 4:30 am...
Leaning the huge bike at 120-130 Km/hour, it didnt take long untill at this S type road bend, a taxi driver was foolish enough to think that he had the RIGHT to be in the same patch of asphalt as this young road warrior... (ok, i was in what others would describe as "his" lane, but that doesnt count, right?)
Well, a long story cut short, i remember exactly and with which body part i hit all of them 14 5inch metal poles they had by the side of the road, luckily most of them while still clinched on the bike... When the dust settled, i remember getting up (the taxi driver had stoped and came to my aid), dusting off what parts of my clothes where still hanging loosely from my frame and asking the STUNNED, SPEACHLESS man to help me move the carcaus of the dead bike from the middle of the road so no one would hit it and destroy it - as if it could be any more destroyed.
I was in complete ignorance of the damage i had suffered - you dont realise it untill some time has gone by in these situations because of the shock mode your body goes in to withstand the pain: I had a broken knee, hand, ribs and Jaw (in 2 places) and i was in a complete mess. Of course, the good man could see all this and he would just stand there staring at me, trying to find the suitable words that just didnt want to come out of his mouth...
I turned to him eventually (after some other passerby stoped and "helped me" move the bike to the side of the road) and noticing his still stunned expression, i asked him what was wrong with me. He mumbled something about my forehead and i instictively moved my hand to it, touched it, felt it to see if there was anything wrong. Everything *felt in place* up there and i was wondering what this guy was staring at...
It wasnt untill i had finished feeling my forehead and started lowering my hand when i realized that the poor man was so confused that instead of saying "Chin" he said "forehead",
There it was, but i could feel it with my hand a couple of inches lower than it should be... Also, a bit "loose", lol. By now, i was starting to suspect that something was definatelly wrong, but the pain hadnt made its appearance yet. So at his proposal to take me to the hospital, i insisted that i was very much ok and he should just take me home; i would wash up, get a good sleep and i would be fine. So stunned was this guy, that he actually took me home instead of neverminding my nonsense and taking me to the hospital!
But, by the time we were just outside my house, i could now realise that i couldnt get out of the taxi because neither my left foot or arm could move on my will... So i told him he should better take me to the hospital to have a little check up...
PART II
You didnt really think that it was finished there, did you?
This taxi driver, obviously didnt want to get involved in all this (legally) because maybe, as he might have thought through this, just maybe, he could end up being accused for the very serious accident.
Whatever his reasons where, he took me to the ER of the hospital, but he didnt take me IN the ER, LMAO. he just dumped me out there and left. By that time, i could neither speak or walk a single step on my own... fortunately they medics took notice of my presense very quickly and took me in he opperation room.
Now, this is where the really "funny" part starts, because i had a few major bone fractures, head injuries as well as a plethora of flesh wounds, the severed chin fat being the most obvious of the flesh wounds as it was just hanging there...
So, the good doctor starts to stich up my chin (both hands occupied) while saying to the nurse:
"We sure did a good job on this stiches, i think he wont even have a scar after he heals"
And naturally, i am happy with the news, because its MY FACE we are talking about here after all!
The nurse replies to him pointing at where he was still stiching away at my face:
"Yes doctor, you did a really good job here".
Naturally, everything froze when the reply came back:
"No, no, no, not this one, the one over there we just did his leg. There is NO WAY this guy is going to look the same after something like this..."
Ok, stiching done and time to notify the parents. It is the policy of the hospital that in this cases that they let the injured person make the call (especially when its at 5:30 am), so that the poor mother/father wont receive a call starting with
"Hello, this is doctor ...... from the hospital, i am afraid your son has just had an accident..."
I had to make the call myself, so that my parents could first hear my voice, that i was ok. What the good doctors of the ER didnt quite factor in though, was that my Jaw was fractured in 2 places and copletely detached from its locking points. In other words: It couldnt close ==> i couldnt speak...
They bring me the phone and i make the call. My mother picks it up and i go somewhat like this (try to say this with your jaw open and slightly crooked to partly comprehent what i am talking about):
"Mooom, eum *insert hard to pronounce name here* eng eumm eng hhoppetel..." (mum, its me, i am in the hospital...)
and i can hear her waking up my father and telling him that it must be one of those pranksters calling up again, just before she hanged up on me...
Of course, bright minds must prove their prevelance, so the good doctors redial the number and hand me the phone again...
This time, my mother hangs up as soon as i start talking...
Third time around, my father picks up the phone, furious, telling me that he called the police on me and what kind of breeding did your parents give you, calling up people at 5:30 in the morning and a few other things i cannot say here...
As soon as he had let go of enough steam, he too hangs up...
I guess after the 3rd attempt, they finally realised that THEY had to make the call and just be straighforward about me being there, alive but not kicking... A very short while later, both my parents were there...
You didnt really think that it was finished there, did you?
This taxi driver, obviously didnt want to get involved in all this (legally) because maybe, as he might have thought through this, just maybe, he could end up being accused for the very serious accident.
Whatever his reasons where, he took me to the ER of the hospital, but he didnt take me IN the ER, LMAO. he just dumped me out there and left. By that time, i could neither speak or walk a single step on my own... fortunately they medics took notice of my presense very quickly and took me in he opperation room.
Now, this is where the really "funny" part starts, because i had a few major bone fractures, head injuries as well as a plethora of flesh wounds, the severed chin fat being the most obvious of the flesh wounds as it was just hanging there...
So, the good doctor starts to stich up my chin (both hands occupied) while saying to the nurse:
"We sure did a good job on this stiches, i think he wont even have a scar after he heals"
And naturally, i am happy with the news, because its MY FACE we are talking about here after all!
The nurse replies to him pointing at where he was still stiching away at my face:
"Yes doctor, you did a really good job here".
Naturally, everything froze when the reply came back:
"No, no, no, not this one, the one over there we just did his leg. There is NO WAY this guy is going to look the same after something like this..."
Ok, stiching done and time to notify the parents. It is the policy of the hospital that in this cases that they let the injured person make the call (especially when its at 5:30 am), so that the poor mother/father wont receive a call starting with
"Hello, this is doctor ...... from the hospital, i am afraid your son has just had an accident..."
I had to make the call myself, so that my parents could first hear my voice, that i was ok. What the good doctors of the ER didnt quite factor in though, was that my Jaw was fractured in 2 places and copletely detached from its locking points. In other words: It couldnt close ==> i couldnt speak...
They bring me the phone and i make the call. My mother picks it up and i go somewhat like this (try to say this with your jaw open and slightly crooked to partly comprehent what i am talking about):
"Mooom, eum *insert hard to pronounce name here* eng eumm eng hhoppetel..." (mum, its me, i am in the hospital...)
and i can hear her waking up my father and telling him that it must be one of those pranksters calling up again, just before she hanged up on me...
Of course, bright minds must prove their prevelance, so the good doctors redial the number and hand me the phone again...
This time, my mother hangs up as soon as i start talking...
Third time around, my father picks up the phone, furious, telling me that he called the police on me and what kind of breeding did your parents give you, calling up people at 5:30 in the morning and a few other things i cannot say here...
As soon as he had let go of enough steam, he too hangs up...I guess after the 3rd attempt, they finally realised that THEY had to make the call and just be straighforward about me being there, alive but not kicking... A very short while later, both my parents were there...
smoky: I got one, but I first want to hear yours......?
i hope that i have satisfied part of your need to get into the rediculously funny and macabre.....
If i havent, just say so and i'll spill out part III
Manolito: PART II
You didnt really think that it was finished there, did you?
This taxi driver, obviously didnt want to get involved in all this (legally) because maybe, as he might have thought through this, just maybe, he could end up being accused for the very serious accident.
Whatever his reasons where, he took me to the ER of the hospital, but he didnt take me IN the ER, LMAO. he just dumped me out there and left. By that time, i could neither speak or walk a single step on my own... fortunately they medics took notice of my presense very quickly and took me in he opperation room.
Now, this is where the really "funny" part starts, because i had a few major bone fractures, head injuries as well as a plethora of flesh wounds, the severed chin fat being the most obvious of the flesh wounds as it was just hanging there...
So, the good doctor starts to stich up my chin (both hands occupied) while saying to the nurse:
"We sure did a good job on this stiches, i think he wont even have a scar after he heals"
And naturally, i am happy with the news, because its MY FACE we are talking about here after all!
The nurse replies to him pointing at where he was still stiching away at my face:
"Yes doctor, you did a really good job here".
Naturally, everything froze when the reply came back:
"No, no, no, not this one, the one over there we just did his leg. There is NO WAY this guy is going to look the same after something like this..."
Ok, stiching done and time to notify the parents. It is the policy of the hospital that in this cases that they let the injured person make the call (especially when its at 5:30 am), so that the poor mother/father wont receive a call starting with
"Hello, this is doctor ...... from the hospital, i am afraid your son has just had an accident..."
I had to make the call myself, so that my parents could first hear my voice, that i was ok. What the good doctors of the ER didnt quite factor in though, was that my Jaw was fractured in 2 places and copletely detached from its locking points. In other words: It couldnt close ==> i couldnt speak...
They bring me the phone and i make the call. My mother picks it up and i go somewhat like this (try to say this with your jaw open and slightly crooked to partly comprehent what i am talking about):
"Mooom, eum *insert hard to pronounce name here* eng eumm eng hhoppetel..." (mum, its me, i am in the hospital...)
and i can hear her waking up my father and telling him that it must be one of those pranksters calling up again, just before she hanged up on me...
Of course, bright minds must prove their prevelance, so the good doctors redial the number and hand me the phone again...
This time, my mother hangs up as soon as i start talking...
Third time around, my father picks up the phone, furious, telling me that he called the police on me and what kind of breeding did your parents give you , calling up people at 5:30 in the morning and a few other things i cannot say here... As soon as he had let go of enough steam, he too hangs up...
I guess after the 3rd attempt, they finally realised that THEY had to make the call and just be straighforward about me being there, alive but not kicking... A very short while later, both my parents were there...
You didnt really think that it was finished there, did you?
This taxi driver, obviously didnt want to get involved in all this (legally) because maybe, as he might have thought through this, just maybe, he could end up being accused for the very serious accident.
Whatever his reasons where, he took me to the ER of the hospital, but he didnt take me IN the ER, LMAO. he just dumped me out there and left. By that time, i could neither speak or walk a single step on my own... fortunately they medics took notice of my presense very quickly and took me in he opperation room.
Now, this is where the really "funny" part starts, because i had a few major bone fractures, head injuries as well as a plethora of flesh wounds, the severed chin fat being the most obvious of the flesh wounds as it was just hanging there...
So, the good doctor starts to stich up my chin (both hands occupied) while saying to the nurse:
"We sure did a good job on this stiches, i think he wont even have a scar after he heals"
And naturally, i am happy with the news, because its MY FACE we are talking about here after all!
The nurse replies to him pointing at where he was still stiching away at my face:
"Yes doctor, you did a really good job here".
Naturally, everything froze when the reply came back:
"No, no, no, not this one, the one over there we just did his leg. There is NO WAY this guy is going to look the same after something like this..."
Ok, stiching done and time to notify the parents. It is the policy of the hospital that in this cases that they let the injured person make the call (especially when its at 5:30 am), so that the poor mother/father wont receive a call starting with
"Hello, this is doctor ...... from the hospital, i am afraid your son has just had an accident..."
I had to make the call myself, so that my parents could first hear my voice, that i was ok. What the good doctors of the ER didnt quite factor in though, was that my Jaw was fractured in 2 places and copletely detached from its locking points. In other words: It couldnt close ==> i couldnt speak...
They bring me the phone and i make the call. My mother picks it up and i go somewhat like this (try to say this with your jaw open and slightly crooked to partly comprehent what i am talking about):
"Mooom, eum *insert hard to pronounce name here* eng eumm eng hhoppetel..." (mum, its me, i am in the hospital...)
and i can hear her waking up my father and telling him that it must be one of those pranksters calling up again, just before she hanged up on me...
Of course, bright minds must prove their prevelance, so the good doctors redial the number and hand me the phone again...
This time, my mother hangs up as soon as i start talking...
Third time around, my father picks up the phone, furious, telling me that he called the police on me and what kind of breeding did your parents give you , calling up people at 5:30 in the morning and a few other things i cannot say here... As soon as he had let go of enough steam, he too hangs up...
I guess after the 3rd attempt, they finally realised that THEY had to make the call and just be straighforward about me being there, alive but not kicking... A very short while later, both my parents were there...
Manolito....you sure had me in "Stitches"
Manolito: PART II
You didnt really think that it was finished there, did you?
This taxi driver, obviously didnt want to get involved in all this (legally) because maybe, as he might have thought through this, just maybe, he could end up being accused for the very serious accident.
Whatever his reasons where, he took me to the ER of the hospital, but he didnt take me IN the ER, LMAO. he just dumped me out there and left. By that time, i could neither speak or walk a single step on my own... fortunately they medics took notice of my presense very quickly and took me in he opperation room.
Now, this is where the really "funny" part starts, because i had a few major bone fractures, head injuries as well as a plethora of flesh wounds, the severed chin fat being the most obvious of the flesh wounds as it was just hanging there...
So, the good doctor starts to stich up my chin (both hands occupied) while saying to the nurse:
"We sure did a good job on this stiches, i think he wont even have a scar after he heals"
And naturally, i am happy with the news, because its MY FACE we are talking about here after all!
The nurse replies to him pointing at where he was still stiching away at my face:
"Yes doctor, you did a really good job here".
Naturally, everything froze when the reply came back:
"No, no, no, not this one, the one over there we just did his leg. There is NO WAY this guy is going to look the same after something like this..."
Ok, stiching done and time to notify the parents. It is the policy of the hospital that in this cases that they let the injured person make the call (especially when its at 5:30 am), so that the poor mother/father wont receive a call starting with
"Hello, this is doctor ...... from the hospital, i am afraid your son has just had an accident..."
I had to make the call myself, so that my parents could first hear my voice, that i was ok. What the good doctors of the ER didnt quite factor in though, was that my Jaw was fractured in 2 places and copletely detached from its locking points. In other words: It couldnt close ==> i couldnt speak...
They bring me the phone and i make the call. My mother picks it up and i go somewhat like this (try to say this with your jaw open and slightly crooked to partly comprehent what i am talking about):
"Mooom, eum *insert hard to pronounce name here* eng eumm eng hhoppetel..." (mum, its me, i am in the hospital...)
and i can hear her waking up my father and telling him that it must be one of those pranksters calling up again, just before she hanged up on me...
Of course, bright minds must prove their prevelance, so the good doctors redial the number and hand me the phone again...
This time, my mother hangs up as soon as i start talking...
Third time around, my father picks up the phone, furious, telling me that he called the police on me and what kind of breeding did your parents give you , calling up people at 5:30 in the morning and a few other things i cannot say here... As soon as he had let go of enough steam, he too hangs up...
I guess after the 3rd attempt, they finally realised that THEY had to make the call and just be straighforward about me being there, alive but not kicking... A very short while later, both my parents were there...
You didnt really think that it was finished there, did you?
This taxi driver, obviously didnt want to get involved in all this (legally) because maybe, as he might have thought through this, just maybe, he could end up being accused for the very serious accident.
Whatever his reasons where, he took me to the ER of the hospital, but he didnt take me IN the ER, LMAO. he just dumped me out there and left. By that time, i could neither speak or walk a single step on my own... fortunately they medics took notice of my presense very quickly and took me in he opperation room.
Now, this is where the really "funny" part starts, because i had a few major bone fractures, head injuries as well as a plethora of flesh wounds, the severed chin fat being the most obvious of the flesh wounds as it was just hanging there...
So, the good doctor starts to stich up my chin (both hands occupied) while saying to the nurse:
"We sure did a good job on this stiches, i think he wont even have a scar after he heals"
And naturally, i am happy with the news, because its MY FACE we are talking about here after all!
The nurse replies to him pointing at where he was still stiching away at my face:
"Yes doctor, you did a really good job here".
Naturally, everything froze when the reply came back:
"No, no, no, not this one, the one over there we just did his leg. There is NO WAY this guy is going to look the same after something like this..."
Ok, stiching done and time to notify the parents. It is the policy of the hospital that in this cases that they let the injured person make the call (especially when its at 5:30 am), so that the poor mother/father wont receive a call starting with
"Hello, this is doctor ...... from the hospital, i am afraid your son has just had an accident..."
I had to make the call myself, so that my parents could first hear my voice, that i was ok. What the good doctors of the ER didnt quite factor in though, was that my Jaw was fractured in 2 places and copletely detached from its locking points. In other words: It couldnt close ==> i couldnt speak...
They bring me the phone and i make the call. My mother picks it up and i go somewhat like this (try to say this with your jaw open and slightly crooked to partly comprehent what i am talking about):
"Mooom, eum *insert hard to pronounce name here* eng eumm eng hhoppetel..." (mum, its me, i am in the hospital...)
and i can hear her waking up my father and telling him that it must be one of those pranksters calling up again, just before she hanged up on me...
Of course, bright minds must prove their prevelance, so the good doctors redial the number and hand me the phone again...
This time, my mother hangs up as soon as i start talking...
Third time around, my father picks up the phone, furious, telling me that he called the police on me and what kind of breeding did your parents give you , calling up people at 5:30 in the morning and a few other things i cannot say here... As soon as he had let go of enough steam, he too hangs up...
I guess after the 3rd attempt, they finally realised that THEY had to make the call and just be straighforward about me being there, alive but not kicking... A very short while later, both my parents were there...
OMG!.. The things young people get up to!!!!!!!! Thanks for that story Manolito, quite hair-raising, just glad I`m not your mama!Many years ago whilst holidaying in Spain i had to send a FAX to the UK. I entered the relevant shop in the high street and was being helped by a very nice Lady...when from the back office came a very rude man, who was shouting orders to his staff in a most unpleasant manner. After he returned to his office, i remarked to the nice lady.."What an arrogant and unpleasant man !"................................She replied..."Yes, i know...i have been married to him for 20 years!"
womble: Many years ago whilst holidaying in Spain i had to send a FAX to the UK. I entered the relevant shop in the high street and was being helped by a very nice Lady...when from the back office came a very rude man, who was shouting orders to his staff in a most unpleasant manner. After he returned to his office, i remarked to the nice lady.."What an arrogant and unpleasant man !"................................She replied..."Yes, i know...i have been married to him for 20 years!"
so you blushed and ran??
foreveryoung1: so you blushed and ran??
You bet i did, didn't see me for dust!
to ridiculously funny category:
My friend was seating on a toilette, doing his business
At some point he spotted a rubber sink plug around. Looking for a bit of entertainment he took the plug and put it on his forehead in this way that the plug sucked the skin in and stayed on his forehead.
Because the plug got out of his view then, he forgot about it for a good few minutes. When he finished what he was doing, he got up and then he saw the in a mirrow that the plug was still on his forehead. He took it off and then he saw... a red mark on his forehead, looking exactly like an enormous lovebite! And he had to leave to school very soon.
He got to a computer and started googling how to remove a lovebite. Found out that... there is no way
So he put a dressing on his forehead and went to shool!
My friend was seating on a toilette, doing his business
At some point he spotted a rubber sink plug around. Looking for a bit of entertainment he took the plug and put it on his forehead in this way that the plug sucked the skin in and stayed on his forehead.Because the plug got out of his view then, he forgot about it for a good few minutes. When he finished what he was doing, he got up and then he saw the in a mirrow that the plug was still on his forehead. He took it off and then he saw... a red mark on his forehead, looking exactly like an enormous lovebite!
And he had to leave to school very soon.He got to a computer and started googling how to remove a lovebite. Found out that... there is no way
So he put a dressing on his forehead and went to shool!
Manolito: I have had a very very similar experiance myself, but i would not count it as either macabre or funny
Hey Manolito ... didn't think it was macabre or funny as in hahahaha! Was thinking more in the sense of funny peculiar/different ...
PS. Hope you're fully recovered from your bike crash and your parents have forgiven themselves for putting the phone down on you 3 times!!!
Marushka: to ridiculously funny category:
My friend was seating on a toilette, doing his business At some point he spotted a rubber sink plug around. Looking for a bit of entertainment he took the plug and put it on his forehead in this way that the plug sucked the skin in and stayed on his forehead.
Because the plug got out of his view then, he forgot about it for a good few minutes. When he finished what he was doing, he got up and then he saw the in a mirrow that the plug was still on his forehead. He took it off and then he saw... a red mark on his forehead, looking exactly like an enormous lovebite! And he had to leave to school very soon.
He got to a computer and started googling how to remove a lovebite. Found out that... there is no way
So he put a dressing on his forehead and went to shool!
My friend was seating on a toilette, doing his business At some point he spotted a rubber sink plug around. Looking for a bit of entertainment he took the plug and put it on his forehead in this way that the plug sucked the skin in and stayed on his forehead.
Because the plug got out of his view then, he forgot about it for a good few minutes. When he finished what he was doing, he got up and then he saw the in a mirrow that the plug was still on his forehead. He took it off and then he saw... a red mark on his forehead, looking exactly like an enormous lovebite! And he had to leave to school very soon.
He got to a computer and started googling how to remove a lovebite. Found out that... there is no way
So he put a dressing on his forehead and went to shool!
Hi Marushka!!! Your story reminds me of something that happened to the friend of an ex-colleague of mine. This young girl had been going out with a guy from "British upper class" and was invited to dinner at his house by way of introducing her to his family. She got there very nervous and head full of "doss and don'ts" of etiquette ... Half way through the meal she absolutely needed to go to the toilet but didn't want to use the word toilet at the dinner table so she excused herself asking if she could use "the bathroom". She was told were it was and off she went ... To her horror when she walked into the room that's exactely what it was a "bath/wash room... No toilet in sight ... She got really worried about walking around and looking for the toilet in case they would hear her and thought she was snooping around soooooooo ... she decided to go wee in the sink ...
All the guests downstairs suddenly heard an almighty crash and rushed upstairs to see what it was ... to find the girl passed out on the floor in a very unlady like fashion and the broken sink hanging from the wall ....
And NO the relationship did not survive the "incident" !!!!!
My bad, thanks for the clarification 
As for my parents, thats on PART III to come yet
FlowerOfTheSnow: Hey Manolito ... didn't think it was macabre or funny as in hahahaha! Was thinking more in the sense of funny peculiar/different ...
PS. Hope you're fully recovered from your bike crash and your parents have forgiven themselves for putting the phone down on you 3 times!!!
PS. Hope you're fully recovered from your bike crash and your parents have forgiven themselves for putting the phone down on you 3 times!!!
As for my parents, thats on PART III to come yet
FlowerOfTheSnow: Hi Marushka!!! Your story reminds me of something that happened to the friend of an ex-colleague of mine.
This young girl had been going out with a guy from "British upper class" and was invited to dinner at his house by way of introducing her to his family. She got there very nervous and head full of "doss and don'ts" of etiquette ... Half way through the meal she absolutely needed to go to the toilet but didn't want to use the word toilet at the dinner table so she excused herself asking if she could use "the bathroom". She was told were it was and off she went ... To her horror when she walked into the room that's exactely what it was a "bath/wash room... No toilet in sight ... She got really worried about walking around and looking for the toilet in case they would hear her and thought she was snooping around soooooooo ... she decided to go wee in the sink ...
All the guests downstairs suddenly heard an almighty crash and rushed upstairs to see what it was ... to find the girl passed out on the floor in a very unlady like fashion and the broken sink hanging from the wall ....
And NO the relationship did not survive the "incident" !!!!!
This young girl had been going out with a guy from "British upper class" and was invited to dinner at his house by way of introducing her to his family. She got there very nervous and head full of "doss and don'ts" of etiquette ... Half way through the meal she absolutely needed to go to the toilet but didn't want to use the word toilet at the dinner table so she excused herself asking if she could use "the bathroom". She was told were it was and off she went ... To her horror when she walked into the room that's exactely what it was a "bath/wash room... No toilet in sight ... She got really worried about walking around and looking for the toilet in case they would hear her and thought she was snooping around soooooooo ... she decided to go wee in the sink ...
All the guests downstairs suddenly heard an almighty crash and rushed upstairs to see what it was ... to find the girl passed out on the floor in a very unlady like fashion and the broken sink hanging from the wall ....
And NO the relationship did not survive the "incident" !!!!!
OMG!
smoky: OMG!.. The things young people get up to!!!!!!!! Thanks for that story Manolito, quite hair-raising, just glad I`m not your mama!
actually, for reasons that i shall reveal later, I AM GLAD you are NOT my mama in that story...
but before i go to that... you did say something about a story of your own that you were going to share with us?
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