My Deep Secret
Got something that's eating you up inside, something deep, dark and scary? Why not tell the internet? You'll feel better, probably.
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 16:02)
Got something that's eating you up inside, something deep, dark and scary? Why not tell the internet? You'll feel better, probably.
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 16:02)
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Last autumn, I'd bought myself a largish boxed set of miniatures from Games Workshop, telling the missus that it cost "around £60" rather than £75
The day before Christmas Eve, she was really sick and I ended up buying and wrapping all the presents for our families etc. No problem and everything taken care of, except - "Wait," she said. "I haven't got you anything."
"No worries," I replied. "I don't need anything from you, just love and joy and happiness."
"No wait," she said. "Haven't you got that boxed set from Games Workshop? I'll transfer the money into your account and that can be from me. How much did you say it was? £60?"
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 17:07, 73 replies)
The day before Christmas Eve, she was really sick and I ended up buying and wrapping all the presents for our families etc. No problem and everything taken care of, except - "Wait," she said. "I haven't got you anything."
"No worries," I replied. "I don't need anything from you, just love and joy and happiness."
"No wait," she said. "Haven't you got that boxed set from Games Workshop? I'll transfer the money into your account and that can be from me. How much did you say it was? £60?"
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 17:07, 73 replies)
This is like the football betting ad
where the guy in the pub agonises about cashing out a winning bet of about eleven quid before going off for a celebratory wank.*
*might have made the last bit up but he's hunched up and obviously trying to hide a boner.
( , Fri 8 May 2015, 22:29, closed)
where the guy in the pub agonises about cashing out a winning bet of about eleven quid before going off for a celebratory wank.*
*might have made the last bit up but he's hunched up and obviously trying to hide a boner.
( , Fri 8 May 2015, 22:29, closed)
you're worried about telling your "accountant" "girlfriend" about £15?
this online masochism isn't even subtle any more
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 18:16, closed)
this online masochism isn't even subtle any more
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 18:16, closed)
She does his taxes because he can't fill out forms with some very basic arithmetic
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 19:21, closed)
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 19:21, closed)
There was an old guy came into the shop the other week, asking where we kept the J-twenty.
Bless.
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 19:17, closed)
Bless.
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 19:17, closed)
So...
you end up with something you wanted for 15 quid and your Missus is happy too? Seems win win tbh...
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 23:37, closed)
you end up with something you wanted for 15 quid and your Missus is happy too? Seems win win tbh...
( , Thu 7 May 2015, 23:37, closed)
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