I made a rather unappropriate joke the other day...
You see, I thought it was rather funny.

I got to go to Norway last month with a certain Youth Foundation in Iceland and with us in the trip was a very lovely Danish man, chaperoning us young girls, really.
The hotel had two person bedrooms and there were three of us and him so he slept alone and I slept on a fold out chair in the girl´s bedroom.

Now, here is the funny thing. In a very unofficial meeting after the trip we were telling some members of this particular Youth Foundation about our trip, about the hotel we were staying at to be excact, and that they had two person bedrooms.
I, being very funny, said that since the bedrooms only had two beds the two girls had slept together in one and I had slept with our chaperone in the other bedroom.

Oops!

Apparently, even though we explained it wasnt so right away, lauged about it and said it was a joke it went down rather unwell with two of the ladies attending the meeting.

So they called the chaperone. A very nice, nice man. And asked him if he had slept with me.

Oops!

To which he replied: NO! I did not sleep with Sara.

So they called me just now, and having recently had my tonsils removed and a neck swollen to the size of Nebraska I had a hard time explaining that they NEEDED TO SEE A DOCTOR CAUSE THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEIR HUMOUR!

-Sara