"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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In Adelaide (South Australia) back in the 1980s. Maybe that's where it started?
I was actually there when it was happening and remember the margarine incident as the night everyone decided enough was enough (and never to invite Bob to their house again). I mean practical jokes are one thing but when you start shitting in the fridge...
Ironically, he's a reasonably responsible dad these days.
(, Wed 31 Mar 2010, 3:22, Reply)
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