Guilty- well sort of. I picked up a rather Tipsy girl in a club and when I asked her where she lived I said I lived just up the road. When we arrived at her front door her Rather Large Father was waiting on the doorstep. He told her to get in the house and me to sod off. Never even got a Kiss. Then walked for around 3 hours home as the buses had stopped running.
Have you ever met someone for the first time and thought " yes this is the one for me ".
Not really, I pretended to be a Glasgow Rangers fan once because I got my date home late ( 10:35 when I was told 10:00 latest ) by her big hairy, haggis eating dad. If I had said I was a Celtic fan I would not be able to relate this story to you as I would of been DEAD at the tender age of 16.
Have you ever shall we say Negotiated with a Traffic Official to get the Traffic Fine reduced. ( Ladies spare us the Gory Details ).