So fatuous questions, especially in philsophy, or one word answers...
― Pete, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
To which you must reply - "Aren't you dead?"
(I'm sure you are all wise to him by now but just in case.....)
― Emma, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Will McKenzie, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― cabbage, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Madchen, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"later on i took a close look at these pants and discovered they WERE NOT MINE."
i.e. the skid-marked pants were hers, just in case you've fallen asleep by now like Ricky T has.
the letter was signed "Kirsty, Staines."
a lie? i think so.
PS i don't know what this thread is about. people were talking about pants and stains and i have consumed wine. i thank you.
― katie, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Prude, Thursday, 20 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mr Noodles, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That 19 letter = classic, because it has so many different layers of improbable implications of social unacceptability, eg not only the stain but also the fact that her chosen bloke's underwear was similar enough to hers that it required a closer look to work out that she was wearing his. OK, I've forgotten the others, but I could think of more earlier. Am labouring obvious points anyway. Uhm. Anyway. Excuse me, I just have to go and top up my caffeine levels before I start to wonder why the hell I'm writing all this drivel.
― Rebecca, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)