"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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had a phantom shitter on the female floor. We suspected it was a particularly loathsome individual called Ben (whom I had run-ins with before), who'd get drunk after Rugby and break windows with his forehead in the mistaken belief that it made him look cool.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:44, Reply)
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