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"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)
"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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Coffee - the little known facts.
We had a race at college, after my buddy and later flatmate (see previous post) met up with some lass through the classifieds and decided to get all intimate on our sofa.
We decided that a cup of coffee was the appropriate course of action as we didn't have a bucket of cold water to hand, so offered to make them both one.
After a bit they fucked off and no doubt did unspeakable things to each other, but at least not on my sofa (he lived down the road from us).
Three weeks later, the (untouched) cups of coffee were discovered, tucked away under the sofa, and so the coffee challenge was born!
You see, one of them took milk but no sugar, and the other liked it black and sweet, and after three weeks, we were getting a good head of growth on both those puppies.
Black and sweet rapidly took the lead, heaving out of the cup like some diseased phallus, though we were all curious as to the mould growth prospects of milky milky.
Bored mates would come round to see how our two pets were coming on, and were usually stunned by their progress which could be close to an inch a week.
Ultimately the end of term came along, and at the final measure, black and sweet was hung like a donkey at well over 10", whilst milky milky lagged behind somewhat at closer to 6".
Strange, but true - I really miss my student days, which passed in a stoned sea of filth, and I still believe that a proper day should start at 12pm
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:24, 1 reply)
We had a race at college, after my buddy and later flatmate (see previous post) met up with some lass through the classifieds and decided to get all intimate on our sofa.
We decided that a cup of coffee was the appropriate course of action as we didn't have a bucket of cold water to hand, so offered to make them both one.
After a bit they fucked off and no doubt did unspeakable things to each other, but at least not on my sofa (he lived down the road from us).
Three weeks later, the (untouched) cups of coffee were discovered, tucked away under the sofa, and so the coffee challenge was born!
You see, one of them took milk but no sugar, and the other liked it black and sweet, and after three weeks, we were getting a good head of growth on both those puppies.
Black and sweet rapidly took the lead, heaving out of the cup like some diseased phallus, though we were all curious as to the mould growth prospects of milky milky.
Bored mates would come round to see how our two pets were coming on, and were usually stunned by their progress which could be close to an inch a week.
Ultimately the end of term came along, and at the final measure, black and sweet was hung like a donkey at well over 10", whilst milky milky lagged behind somewhat at closer to 6".
Strange, but true - I really miss my student days, which passed in a stoned sea of filth, and I still believe that a proper day should start at 12pm
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:24, 1 reply)
I like your enquiring spirit.
My friends had half an orange in a yoghurt container, which they fed milk to, for about eight months just to see what would happen. It even had a name: Mr. Tuttle. Mr. Tuttle went through many colourful transformations and became quite the celebrity. I miss him so.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 21:10, closed)
My friends had half an orange in a yoghurt container, which they fed milk to, for about eight months just to see what would happen. It even had a name: Mr. Tuttle. Mr. Tuttle went through many colourful transformations and became quite the celebrity. I miss him so.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 21:10, closed)
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