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| Jul 18 2006, 12:27 PM EDT (current) | Anonymous | 167 words added |
| Jun 20 2006, 12:19 AM EDT | singleton |
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And then, of course, there’s everybody’s favorite—good old TMI Guy (or Girl). Been on a date where you were forced to listen to intimate details about the other person's pre-nups, Zoloft prescription, or spastic colons? Dish!
- Click EasyEdit to share a classic "Too Much Information" experience (type right on this page.)
- Oh the joy of ex's. You get to tell so many wonderful stories! My ex (who I tolerated for much too long) was very immature for his age. One evening, my girlfriend joined the two of us for dessert and coffee. We were sitting in this cute little restaurant, chatting and laughing. We got off on a potty humor topic and were being slightly inappropriate. Since we were all a little slap-happy, Ex took this as a chance to tell a story: one day he was walking down the street in DC, and he had to fart...but when he did, he realized it was more than just gas! He had to go into a nearby church and "clean himself up!" Needless to say, I was completely embarrassed by him and his story, and my friend was disgusted beyond belief. I cleaned up this story a little for the internet. And I definitely cleaned up my image and got rid of this dud. Seriously. TMI is an understatement.
