"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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Another variant of this story is where the turd gets frozen and then grated and spread around the house. More urban myth nonsense.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 12:51, 1 reply)
more amusing than the other, in a revenge kind of way.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 12:58, closed)
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