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[An Fear Dubh]

I remember late one night my wife's anguish at running out of 'pampers'. One of my old aunts had given us a birth present consisting of towel nappies, pins, rubbers pants the works. And I foolishly suggested that they be used instead of me getting fully dressed, and being half cut, walk to the all-night garage in the hope that they might stock them. Anyway I walked to garage, and bought 'pampers'.

[Jim]

Thank christ I dont have kids. Shitting everywhere, no thanks mate.

[An Fear Dubh]

I think women love the phychological warfare, so the bit of information from her will be 'I'm late', and despite her previous assurances that she was on the pill. It seems now that she had stopped for some sort of medical reason but failed to let you know to take other safety measures. And when you blankly ask 'what your course paper is late?' to then have the implications laid out for you. So you wait each day, awaiting the death bell. Then one night you can take the wait no longer you push the issue, 'oh yeah it came the other day!' Then a couple of months later the same routine begins.

[bearhunter]

anfeardubh said:

I think women love the phychological warfare, so the bit of information from her will be 'I'm late', and despite her previous assurances that she was on the pill. It seems now that she had stopped for some sort of medical reason but failed to let you know to take other safety measures. And when you blankly ask 'what your course paper is late?' to then have the implications laid out for you. So you wait each day, awaiting the death bell. Then one night you can take the wait no longer you push the issue, 'oh yeah it came the other day!' Then a couple of months later the same routine begins.

Been there, bought the t-shirt. I remember getting a phone call at work after three weeks of no sleep and striding through the print room with my arms aloft crying "Free at last! Good God Almighty, I'm free at last!"

[Jim]

Hahaha. We done something similar like that to a mate once, very cruel.

I'd not be able to handle kids, they go over my head. Fuck it, becoming a monk.

[bearhunter]

setanta said:

Or when your "mates" text/email you pretending to be the fat bird that accosted you into a bedroom at that houseparty, when you were so drunk if the roles were reversed it could be classed as rape, then leave you sweating and on the verge of tears, lip quivering, for about a week as you hazilly remember the folds of blubber and bra with 42 catchs on it and the knickers the size of a garden hammock. Until the following Saturday when your all standing together in the pub and one of them asks why are you so quiet and they all burst out laughing and recite your email/text responses back to the "drunken fumble bird" for the rest of the night ................ fuckers.

beware of it Jim, BEWARE!

Setanta, you are FAR too familiar with this situation for my liking.... ;D

[bearhunter]

Setanta: God's gift to fat chicks...niiiice.