I forgot this one!When I was 12, mum was making Sunday dinner - Roast beef, veggies, yorkshire puddings, roast spuds - the full works.
She had to pop out to the corner shop for some fags or something, so she asked me to watch the gravy.
So I pulled up a stool, and watched the gravy......for a half hour as it burnt it's way to the bottom of the pan.
Dearest mumsie STILL tells new boyfriends that, and gets a kick out of telling people who've heard the story a zillion times.
Bitch.
(She had to pop out to the corner shop for some fags or something, so she asked me to watch the gravy.
So I pulled up a stool, and watched the gravy......for a half hour as it burnt it's way to the bottom of the pan.
Dearest mumsie STILL tells new boyfriends that, and gets a kick out of telling people who've heard the story a zillion times.
Bitch.
Batshitmentalist is sane for once,
Thu 9 Oct 2003, 7:54,
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reminds me of when i was 6nothing to do with cooking, but i felt ill one day at school - my teacher (obviously knowing in the ways of 6 year olds) told me go to go to the toilet. So i went there, and waited just stood there by the sinks. A few minutes later she come along, shouts in "are you alright?" i shout "no i still feel ill".
My mum came and took me home, where i ran in and did the biggest shit ever. I spent the rest of the day watching cartoons on tv.
(My mum came and took me home, where i ran in and did the biggest shit ever. I spent the rest of the day watching cartoons on tv.
dipdapdop,
Thu 9 Oct 2003, 15:49,
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Reminds me of when I was 6Spookily. I was being lairy in class and told to pull my socks up. Which I duly did.
The teacher went ballistic, and I was like 'What? What the hell? I just did what you told me'
(The teacher went ballistic, and I was like 'What? What the hell? I just did what you told me'
Gribbley,
Sat 11 Oct 2003, 0:57,
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