Once again, sort of off topic
but see if I care.

My now-ex-girlfriend was remarkably tolerant of me wandering off to the pub to watch the footy. No, I don't know why. Often on the way back, slightly plastered*
(*actual level of plasteredness may sometimes be really quite plastered indeed), I would get lured in by the rack of dying flowers outside Tesco, or equivalent, and grab a bunch, like the awesomely romantic soul that I am. Don't tut, you've all done it.

Anyway, on one occasion at the end of the match a rather interesting brainstorm occurred, and remembering that she liked proper plants too I staggered off to the ASDA near the pub to obtain a pot plant. Why, I have no idea. I wandered around ASDA for a short while looking ever so pleased with myself, and probably worrying a fair few customers.
Eventually I remembered that shops like you to give them money and then fuck off and stop looking like a random twat with a plant, and did so.

And so I staggered happily up the road with my plant ("It's a really good plant" I told a tramp) ready to present it to my young lady.
She was quite pleased, but some some reason a tiny bit confused.

However, she was nowhere near as confused as the owners of the kebab shop I wandered into on the way back for a nice dose of greasy salmonella. They didn't have a fucking clue why I had brought in this plant. Marvellous.
(Bearded Whumpus In chav Britain, schoolgirl offers sweets to YOU!, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 19:11, 3 replies)

You made me laugh like a loon
So have a click.
( Captain V, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 20:05, closed)

A truly heartwarming story.
And I can picture you staggering into the kebabbery with a potplant, grinning like a loon. This image makes me laugh, and this laugh makes me click.
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 10:03, closed)

you have made me laugh.
kudos.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 19:40, closed)