Well that explains a lot. 
Your most embarassing moment... Page 4
I remember a Christmas Eve family party at Aunties where stuck up Auntie Doreen put everybody down and Auntie Kate punched her flat out. Uncle Eric stepped in (Auntie Doreen's husband) and Auntie Kate floored him too. Grandma started shouting and banging on her door trying to get out. Uncle Dan cut the cats tail off and Cousin Lorna in the act of 'going commando' fell down the stairs with her knickers wrapped around her ankles and broke her leg. Police and ambulance were called by the neighbours. What the f**k for? 
Frankie you live in sitcom world.
Funnily enough (or not as the case may be) I think I have at times lived in a sitcom, yes.
But I wouldn't want to write it out I don't think. That reminds me of something - do you think you can buy human bones on ebay? *nips off to search*
No, you can't..
Quote: Frankie Rage @ January 19, 2008, 12:48 AMI remember a Christmas Eve family party at Aunties where stuck up Auntie Doreen put everybody down and Auntie Kate punched her flat out. Uncle Eric stepped in (Auntie Doreen's husband) and Auntie Kate floored him too. Grandma started shouting and banging on her door trying to get out. Uncle Dan cut the cats tail off and Cousin Lorna in the act of 'going commando' fell down the stairs with her knickers wrapped around her ankles and broke her leg. Police and ambulance were called by the neighbours. What the f**k for?
I've got a really, really funny story, but unfortunately, I can't share it, as it's so good, that I'm using it in my sitcom.
Other than that, there was the time, when I was 11, and my sister was 13, I was getting changed in our hallway, and for a couple of seconds, I was completely naked. Just then, my sister appeared from nowhere, and managed to get me on the floor, open the front door, and roll me out onto the street (well, the pavement - we didn't have a front garden back then). She shut the front door, and left me outside for about 20 seconds. Luckily, the street was empty, but I'm sure some of the neighbours opposite must've seen me.
Then there was the time, when I was about 13, that my prim and proper, single, female next-door neighbour, who was about 40, went on holiday, and asked my mum if she'd go into her house every day she was away, to feed her cat. Anyway, I went into the house with her one day, and ended up going upstairs to use the toilet. When I came out, I decided to have a crafty little look around, and happened upon a brand spanking new, unopened vibrator, still in it's box. For the next few years after that, every time she stopped in the street to talk to me, I just kept havng visions of her gettin' busy with the vibrator, flash before my eyes.
Oh, and I remember a mate of mine, who's now the lead singer in a Death Metal band, telling me, when we were both about 14/15, that he was leaving the local Sainsbury's one night, carrying a loaf, which his mum had sent him to buy, and as he was jogging along, passing rush-hour traffic, he felt a breeze, and when he looked down, he noticed that his knob was fully hanging out of a hole in his tracksuit bottoms, flopping around.