aireewhen living with my brother a couple of years ago, his kiwi mate (plus girlfriend) had been kicked out and needed a place to stay (the reason he was kicked out was for falling through the ceiling of his previous place after drunken attic mayhem: a telling sign we failed to take note of)
on his first night, i happily lent him my keys while i went to work at my bar. i told him that my brother was nowhere near, and so corrin MUST stay in that night. needless to say. he went out, and left me on my doorstep in the freezing cold for four hours in the middle of brixton.
he and his girlfriend were suitably noisy when it came to anything carnal, so we could never understand why he left loads of filthy porn all over the flat. also, he would do his best to be as naked as possible for most of the day.
after his girlfriend disappeared (never to be seen again), he took to ripping our shower head off the wall: 'i thought it was meant to do that!', and then lighting cigarettes on the stove, without EVER turning it off. needless to say, he would leave the flat, with that hob going for anyhting up to a day before any of us noticed. thankfully he moved out after finally finding a place of his own, but would still return at four or five in the morning with screams of 'i've got a chicken!' (he would actually have a chicken in a bag), or claims that he just met a real live eskimo on the street with a wheelie bin full of beers. he's fucking nuts. i love him.
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on his first night, i happily lent him my keys while i went to work at my bar. i told him that my brother was nowhere near, and so corrin MUST stay in that night. needless to say. he went out, and left me on my doorstep in the freezing cold for four hours in the middle of brixton.
he and his girlfriend were suitably noisy when it came to anything carnal, so we could never understand why he left loads of filthy porn all over the flat. also, he would do his best to be as naked as possible for most of the day.
after his girlfriend disappeared (never to be seen again), he took to ripping our shower head off the wall: 'i thought it was meant to do that!', and then lighting cigarettes on the stove, without EVER turning it off. needless to say, he would leave the flat, with that hob going for anyhting up to a day before any of us noticed. thankfully he moved out after finally finding a place of his own, but would still return at four or five in the morning with screams of 'i've got a chicken!' (he would actually have a chicken in a bag), or claims that he just met a real live eskimo on the street with a wheelie bin full of beers. he's fucking nuts. i love him.