September 10th, 2011


Writer's Block: Excuse me, but there’s lettuce in your teeth.

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
I was eighteen and was asked out by a young guy who worked at the local garage. For some reason beyond my comprehension he decided to take us stock car racing.
It was pouring with rain, he bought me a burger that dripped grease and ruined my favourite blouse, I was bored stupid with no idea of what was going on, I had some moron right behind me with an air hooter and then to cap it all, his ex-girlfriend turned up.
Needless to say, I never saw him again.  And I still hate stock car racing!