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- Horp0
I once got set up on a blind date with a friend of a friend. It was going really well. We got drunk at the Two Floors bar off Regent Street (that still there?) and we started getting fresh. Then, for reasons I can't understand, she started telling me she has a leaky belly button that oozes pus and horrible shit. It would be easy to assume she was telling me in preparation for later when I might discover it for myself... but it wasn't like that. She was really drunk and we'd got onto a conversation about stuff... I don't 'embarrassing things' or soemthing... and she was confidently telling me, with a degree of humour involved, all about how she has to wear a bandage around her middle to stop it leaking onto her clothes, and how at the end of the day its so caked in herrible shit that she has to peel it off like its been glued there.
We did NO sex at all that night, and I dodged her calls thereafter.
What the fuck love? Go to the doctors before you go on blind dates, and go through some of your other anecdotes before slamming that one on the table.
- maybe some people are into leaky belly buttons...GeorgesII
- 2 floors still there and going strong... Not like your relationship with leakage!goldieboy
- LeakistFax_Benson
- I used to love Two Floors. Must head out that way one evening after work. QBN London drinks maybe? I'm back in the big shmoke.Horp
- shmoke with my job now.Horp
- lol nice story. We've had qbn drinks at the two floors a few times!set
- I personally think it's a far too busy and sweaty. Full of wankers and you'll never get a table. But that's just me.set
- I'd rather sit in a big empty cold room on my own on a nice table.set
- That said, I'm up for qbn drinks at 2 floors soon...set
- ewCALLES
- Still would have fucked her..necromation