Your most selfish act

Ashtonian · January 23, 2015

suitable for work answer I suppose lol

I used to live in a house with 3 other people in my younger days and one was a goth hermit in his room one was a very mouthy lady and one was a tit. haha stories I could tell you about him!

anyway whilst I was there if I had any trouble with tit then I would go to mouthy lady and talk to her about it and she would.then go and kick off at him. leaving me everyone's mate and rather innocent in the house.

ijjysmith · January 23, 2015

I ate all the Twiglets.

Hellerad · January 23, 2015

Dinner.

Tramps_mate · January 23, 2015

ijjysmith said:
I ate all the Twiglets.

Dog turd on a stick. Then your breath smells the same. Utterly disgusting. No sense of taste. Do you smoke?

ijjysmith · January 23, 2015

Tramps_mate said:
Dog turd on a stick. Then your breath smells the same. Utterly disgusting. No sense of taste. Do you smoke?

No mate.

You're wrong.

Blue 1 · January 23, 2015

ijjysmith said:
No mate.

You're wrong.

He is.

Tramps_mate · January 23, 2015

ijjysmith said:
No mate.

You're wrong.

They are utter utter filth....

L4Everton · January 23, 2015

Some ballbag I used to live with when sharing between four always used to take the tv remote with him to bed, on mentioning this he'd go crying to the only lass in the house who was more highly strung than an angels harp (not a euphamism!) anyway, she'd try and take me up on the "constant" harassment of this plonker by me, the smug get never realised I was onto his scheme so I'd occasionally scrub the crapper with his toothbrush and marinade his cheddar cheese in his breakfast bowl full of my urine for an hour when he was at work. Oh the happiest of days.

ijjysmith · January 23, 2015

Tramps_mate said:
They are utter utter filth....

The fact you compared the taste to do poo is a bit of a worry.

COYBL25 · January 23, 2015

L4Everton said:
Some ballbag I used to live with when sharing between four always used to take the tv remote with him to bed, on mentioning this he'd go crying to the only lass in the house who was more highly strung than an angels harp (not a euphamism!) anyway, she'd try and take me up on the "constant" harassment of this plonker by me, the smug get never realised I was onto his scheme so I'd occasionally scrub the crapper with his toothbrush and marinade his cheddar cheese in his breakfast bowl full of my urine for an hour when he was at work. Oh the happiest of days.

This is turning into a revenge thread !