The comfy chair
My best mate used to call my Ex "the Evil One". And with good reason. There are so many stories I could tell, but this one probably encapsulates her quite well.
I lived with the Evil One and her parents for about 6 months after Uni as we were saving up to go travelling and saving money by living with her folks seemed a logical plan. I might add that her parents are really decent people, if a little over indulgent with their daughter.
They live in a classic 70's semi detached in an OKish area of a not so nice town in the North West. Their 3 piece suite had an armchair with a foot rest, AKA, "The Comfy Chair".
Every night, without fail, when the Evil One got in from work, whoever was in the chair would have to get out of it and let the poor little princess sit down. Evereyone. Even when the Ex's Mum had just come off a 9 hour shift. Even when the Evil One's Dad, who came out of retirement to help fund her university education, was half asleep after a full day's work on his feet. And me of course, made to look like a bitch in front of the quasi inlaws.
What a bint.
(impossibly witty twat No, YOUR Mum etc etc, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 15:36, 2 replies)

Ugh
I wouldn't want to sit in a chair other people have been sitting in and farting in all day. Let the baby have her candy.
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 16:31, closed)

You need to rule with the IRON FIST
It's the only thing women understand
(retrac fumble in the jungle, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 17:19, closed)