When I see a beautiful house I can't afford being advertised by estate agents on Facebook, I sometimes write 'Stunning house, but I couldn't live there after what happened' in the comments, then sit back and watch the replies.
At a party once I did a huge poo, took a picture of it on my mates phone, an old pre smart phone Nokia, and set it as the screen saver. I then set the phone's language to Turkish. He had to take his phone to his local kebab shop to get them to change the language back to English.
Had to delay getting a mortgage because I had to wait for the ยฃ235 payment to Love Honey to clear from the last 3 months bank statements
Just about the best thing about being a teacher is watching kids delight in stationery. That's right, Olivia. Four-colour ballpoints ARE fucking awesome. You'll lose all interest in about two years.
Used to be a dominatrix. Once had a famous client who loved watersports. He slipped in my piss and knocked himself out cold. I honestly thought I'd killed him. All I could think was: "The Daily Mail is going to love this"
I'm more bald than not. But evenly distributed, not in patches. I have just bought a large bottle of shampoo designed to promote shedding in dogs. With luck, a few washes with this and I'll have completed my balding process.
Road rager attacked me in the street. I caught the reg of the driver. Ordered a set of show plates and attached them to a hire car of a similar model. Speeding past a few cameras, unpaid parking on CCTV, CC & ULEZ trip. Wish I was there when the fines hit their doormat.
Used to work for a major broadband provider. For years there was no procedure for recycling the old returned routers, so they just used to go in the bin. Felt bad, but only about 10% of customers even bothered to return them anyway
I stay at my mum's home each summer and I spend this time returning her charity post, marking each one with 'No longer at this address'. Can't have my inheritance ending up with a sick donkey in Greece.
When my son was 5 we used to avoid standing on the cracks in the pavement. I still have to do it thirty years later and I'm 62