How clean is your house?
"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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I'm a 30 something and have just reached the student / adult party threshold
I've moved on from drugs, DJ's and dancing to wine and finger food, Next stop 40 something wife swapping parties and art galleries
( , Mon 29 Mar 2010, 13:17, 1 reply)
I've moved on from drugs, DJ's and dancing to wine and finger food, Next stop 40 something wife swapping parties and art galleries
( , Mon 29 Mar 2010, 13:17, 1 reply)
The transition is a difficult one.
I remember the first time I had a party that didn't end up with me finding someone I barely knew passed out on the floor the next morning, questionable items in my sinks, and towels covered in Mystery Stains. I vividly remember a party where we soaked tissue paper in grain alcohol and then tossed it off a balcony--the rapid combustion meant that the grass below was only slightly charred the next day.
Now, we are usually wrapping up no later than midnight or one, and we play parlour games. PARLOUR GAMES.
I don't know whether to be ashamed, or accept the inevitable.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 7:13, closed)
I remember the first time I had a party that didn't end up with me finding someone I barely knew passed out on the floor the next morning, questionable items in my sinks, and towels covered in Mystery Stains. I vividly remember a party where we soaked tissue paper in grain alcohol and then tossed it off a balcony--the rapid combustion meant that the grass below was only slightly charred the next day.
Now, we are usually wrapping up no later than midnight or one, and we play parlour games. PARLOUR GAMES.
I don't know whether to be ashamed, or accept the inevitable.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 7:13, closed)
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