Not quite, although once I didn't have enough on my card to pay for it. Had a really big trolley full of stuff too, I just had to leave it there... very embarrassing.
lol. nah, I own up to it. There's the famous story of my godmother's mom however. Standing in an elevator, she ripped quite a smelly one, and as the odor began to waft up, she turned to the gentleman standing in the corner and said "OH MY GOD! HOW RUDE! HOW COULD YOU?!?" and proceeded to berate him until the poor man apologized for HER gaseous eruption.
My dad's favourite line along the above, ahem, lines of discussion was usually at a family gathering to do the deed and then turn to an unsuspecting aunt, cousin, neice ... the female persuasion was his choice of victim ... and whisper; "Don't blush ... and they'll think it was me."
That's horrible!
Locally, there's this "s**t plant", and one of the factories dumped Nickle into their waste so the poo couldn't be put on the fields and it's sitting in one of those buildings just stinking up the road. If there's someone from out of town in the car, we always jump on them.. "Eww! Did you Do that!?"
... got stumped, and I mean really stumped on the spelling of a simple word?
Me, 'many' and 'of' were my choice for dyslexic vernacular moments, particularly when I was writing an exam. Neither ... ever ... appeared correct to me. Time after time ... after time.
In fact, manee times I had and would try to think off a substitute for them ... and would fail. :(
I knew someone would ask that and it's odd that it's you Marietha because you are the one I bought them from. You are and agent provocateur aren't you?
Have you ever seen anyone wriggle out of something like Marietha just did? Yeah...maybe I stretched it a bit, I'll have to move Andrews nude pics to the other forum.
Example: Have you ever tried to spray paint a belch to see if you could preserve it and show it to your friends?