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And did they mention it, kick off completely, allude to it or just ignore ii completely?
and some Love Eggs
i was 15 and my mum was like "whaat?" and i said i was going to use them as water balloons. job done
An ex-girlfriend caught wind of it's existence and was scouring the internet for it, demanding to know what was written about her, so I took I've taken it off the air for a while.
It wouldn't be problem if she wasn't crazy and if some of the more unsavoury events hadn't coincided with our relationship.
I haven't added anything to it and don't intend to until the dust settles.
i was looking for clean bedsheet when they were on holiday. i chose to keep the ones i had on.
She confronted me about it. I claimed the rizlas were Matts and the razor blades were from ages ago.
she found a photo of this party i'd been to recently.
everything had died down and me and my mate had been to a club and got back, and the hosts were in the nude. So someone got a camera and took a photo of me looking really upset and the naked guy next to me.
My mum was like :O apparently.
And probably Johnningtons.
i didn't really want it on my wall so I just stuffed it under my bed. My step mum's-mum walked in looking for the cat, looked under the bed (his usual haunt) and glimpsed the calender and thought it was my porn stash. Pretty funny.
When I was your age i had a stack of jazz mags taller than a goat, but I guess that's the digital age for you.
My mum once found a blonde bob wig and a vibrator down the side of my bed. She never mentioned it but the reason i know she had been there was because she had fished out and binned all my month old Loaded and FHM etc collection.
I couldn't look her in the eye for quite some time after that.
filled with piss. i was hungover. if only it was apple
They didn't say anything though.
but I think as long as I wasn't getting into too much trouble they were prepared to turn a blind eye. Or maybe they didn't know what it was?
My Dad really wanted it to be Marilyn
And I only realised about a month ago that mum had found them, when she probably stumbled upon them a lot longer ago. I got them free on a sexual health promotion day at work by this New Age bat who was handing a pack to all the Young Men. As if getting a pack of rubbers in front of a room populated by middle aged women was bad enough. They looked pretty cheap, like they'd burst in one go, so I just threw them under my table when I got home. I didn't want to chuck them in case they were required. And there they festered under my table...
Then, last month, I was hungrily searching for blank CDs and saw the johnnies nestled atop some old games on the bottom shelf of my bookcase, as clear as you like, covered in dust. I leapt back in total horror, imagining the scene of my mother vacuuming under the table, hoovering up the packet and throwing them onto the shelf in disgust. She never asked me about them.
Alternative answer: me, wanking. I don't want to talk about it.
and those two blow up dolls with their faces on
But when your parents discover one detailing things their 16 year old daughter really shouldn't have been doing, it becomes somewhat more so.. particularly when said parents are already incensed by daughter's behaviour.
that was in my bag i'd brought home from uni
she didn't mind, did the classic 'i just don't want you hurting yourself' thing
which I know she found, and disposed of, and never mentioned :(
on their mantle piece. We'd been round his house one lunch time and some wiseguy had left it there
Well, someone had to say it.
Never mentioned but I know it was found.
I had a simliar experience, except myne involved my Mum coming across a canvas painting of a Muslim spreading her trouser bubblegum.
See....controversy by numbers. But that was thee point.
I was SO careful not to use that in my story...
It is mentioned every time.
But is it fresh?
but that is a deeply,deeply disturbing thought
There was greying, crust patches all over his bedroom.
Reminds me of Philip Seymour Hoffman in Happiness though.