"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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so there we all were, playing some wii,
reclining and relaxed, students all three.
"I'm parched, am I" said G to me,
as she reached for the mug that she could see.
The mug was on the 'sill right by the bed,
that place each night where G laid her head.
mug went to lips, but fell just as quick
as the jaw on the girl; "she's gonna be sick".
With hand over lips and eye's open wide,
we all crowded round to look inside.
I can never unsee that thing I did see,
a mouse doing breaststroke in a mug of cold tea.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 11:43, 2 replies)
For some reason on my first read through of this it was going to the tune of The Fresh Prince...
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 12:10, closed)
I'm a child of the 80s... I have an iron lady for a mother and a fresh prince for a father.
sounds like pretty good stock on the face of it.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 12:12, closed)
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