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» Amazing displays of ignorance
Nigella she ain't
Last week I had to spend 10 mins listening to my colleague trying to think of “that green sauce that goes on lamb...you know, the minty one”.
Usually she’s bright, but sometimes she has the power to end me
(Mon 22nd Mar 2010, 22:06, More)
Nigella she ain't
Last week I had to spend 10 mins listening to my colleague trying to think of “that green sauce that goes on lamb...you know, the minty one”.
Usually she’s bright, but sometimes she has the power to end me
(Mon 22nd Mar 2010, 22:06, More)
» How clean is your house?
Boys are icky...
I’m going to be vague as I don’t want to ‘out’ my friend’s ex as the wrong kind of filthy bastard.
A friend of mine had the muckiest boyfriend in Christendom. He didn’t look or smell bad, but his house was like the junkyard in Labyrinth ("you like Charlie bear don’t you?") She went over to watch some films with him one evening and settled down on his bed to (cough, cough) watch. A while later, she’s waiting at the bus stop and people queuing behind her are whispering, on the bus – more whispers and the occasional funny look. Finally she’s arrives home and is stripping off to get in the shower, and there is it...a slightly greying fried egg stuck to the back of her skirt.
How long can you fail to notice that in your bed?
(Mon 29th Mar 2010, 19:32, More)
Boys are icky...
I’m going to be vague as I don’t want to ‘out’ my friend’s ex as the wrong kind of filthy bastard.
A friend of mine had the muckiest boyfriend in Christendom. He didn’t look or smell bad, but his house was like the junkyard in Labyrinth ("you like Charlie bear don’t you?") She went over to watch some films with him one evening and settled down on his bed to (cough, cough) watch. A while later, she’s waiting at the bus stop and people queuing behind her are whispering, on the bus – more whispers and the occasional funny look. Finally she’s arrives home and is stripping off to get in the shower, and there is it...a slightly greying fried egg stuck to the back of her skirt.
How long can you fail to notice that in your bed?
(Mon 29th Mar 2010, 19:32, More)