Posters who've had loony partners

[doodab]

Any pics? Or prices?

£80 for a blow job apparently.

[MarillionFan]

Yikes! I'm proud that I've never hit a woman, but that might send me over the edge.

I think I may have punched a girl when I was about 8. She was 10, bigger than me and kicking my arse.

[Platypus]

she took a whole load of pills with another bottle of wine right outside my door

In retrospect, when mine threatened suicide (and took a reasonable but not medically dangerous quantity of painkillers), I should have let her get on with it...

[MaryPoppins]

£80 for a blow job apparently.

Plan B.

[doodab]

Plan BJ.

[TykeMerc]

Plan B.

Well you can claim it's a traditional business opportunity, I'd imagine IR35 wouldn't be a major concern.

[shaunbhoy]

Well you can claim it's a traditional business opportunity, I'd imagine IR35 wouldn't be a major concern.

Lots of different clients........risk involved..........swallowing the cost of training! ()

[MarillionFan]

Well you can claim it's a traditional business opportunity, I'd imagine IR35 wouldn't be a major concern.

Well I suppose you wouldn't have to charge VAT unless you'd had more gobbles than a Bernard Matthews turkey farm.

[Mephisto]

Some corkers in here:

Nutters abound

Flippin 'eck

[shaunbhoy]

When I finally split with the mental Irish one (the Hag) it was after a night out in the village where her and my folks live. She had a few drinks and was being fairly normal. Then her brother went home and it was like somebody flicked a switch. She started shouting her brothers name and running in and out of the pub looking for him - she wasn't pissed and she had just said goodbye. I was worried that she would run into the road and get ran over and then I'd not be getting any that night! My brothers went home to tell my folks that I was having problems with her and they came down in the Land Rover to give her a lift home. As soon as she saw it she went to the next level of ****tardidness and started kicking it and calling my parents all the names under the sun. We were all 'British Bastards' that night. Eventully I'd had enough and pulled her away from the Land Rover and she slid over into a muddy puddle - then all the attitude stopped and she was full of apologies and 'would do anything'. Unfortunately my mum and dad were still on the scene so I couldn't take advantage of this kind offer - by then her folks had turned up also!

The next day one of her mates asked if I'd go to meet here. I said no as I was watching a film on sky and although a tulip movie, it would probably have been better than speaking to her. In the end I went down because her mate was worried that she'd do something stupid. I then had 2 hours of her pleading to be taken back etc and me saying No over and over again. At one point she threatened to follow me back to England and would follow me to work and home. A few days later and I was catching the plane from Dublin and I clocked a girl accross the departure lounge who was the spitting image of her. I sat there staring daggers at her thinking that this loon was actually going to follow me back. Only when I passed her in the arrivals hall did I find out that it was somebody who looked a hell of a lot like her. I hope she wasn't a nervous flier and put off by that mental English guy who kept staring at her!

Tony, you should have realised that sooner or later you'd find out that if you are "English", then you are to blame for everything.