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"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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As a kid I used to go fishing with my Dad every Sunday, until I started growing pubes and finding other more exciting things to do.
One Saturday, my Dad mentioned going fishing the next day as usual and was about to get the gear out of the shed. I showed my lack of interest and he realised that as I didn't want to go, and he didn't want to go alone, the Dad/Son fishing relationship was over.
Fast forward to around 8 years later - and my Mum is nagging my Dad to clear out the shed. I help out and take out the dusty old cobwebby fishing gear.
I notice the litre icecream tub we used to keep maggots in was not empty.
Curiousity got the better of me and I opened it - to be met with the sight of thousands of mummified flies, all packed in there in a solid mass like an enormous eccles cake from hell.
( , Sat 27 Mar 2010, 10:59, 4 replies)
As a kid I used to go fishing with my Dad every Sunday, until I started growing pubes and finding other more exciting things to do.
One Saturday, my Dad mentioned going fishing the next day as usual and was about to get the gear out of the shed. I showed my lack of interest and he realised that as I didn't want to go, and he didn't want to go alone, the Dad/Son fishing relationship was over.
Fast forward to around 8 years later - and my Mum is nagging my Dad to clear out the shed. I help out and take out the dusty old cobwebby fishing gear.
I notice the litre icecream tub we used to keep maggots in was not empty.
Curiousity got the better of me and I opened it - to be met with the sight of thousands of mummified flies, all packed in there in a solid mass like an enormous eccles cake from hell.
( , Sat 27 Mar 2010, 10:59, 4 replies)
Ahahahahaha
The line "eccles cake from hell" is responsible for coffee spraying all over my crotch, via my nose. Good job fella, worth a click!
( , Sat 27 Mar 2010, 13:38, closed)
The line "eccles cake from hell" is responsible for coffee spraying all over my crotch, via my nose. Good job fella, worth a click!
( , Sat 27 Mar 2010, 13:38, closed)
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