When I moved away...
...from home for the first time I moved in with a guy called Pete. We were good mates and he still is to date the best flat mate that I have ever lived with.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, Pete's idea of housework was...well..inventive at best. Downright clatty at worst.

Pete's approach to washing the dishes for example was to let his dog lick the plates clean. Give them a quick wipe with a tea towel and then put them back on the shelf. I should point out that I only found this out after we had been living together for about 2 weeks. I was working nightshift at the time and left for work just after dinner most nights.

When I found out, a mutual friend clued me in, I was less than thrilled. My plan for vengeance was to make 2 mini steak pies for our dinner. One for me with lovely prime steak and one for Pete with lovely Winalot Prime. I put our first initial on each pie just to prevent any mix up.

His only complaint during the meal was that it didn't taste as nice as the last ones I had made. I told him that the butcher I usually went to was closed. When he finished more than half of his doggy delight I mentioned it's ingredients. After about a 5 second pause he just shrugged and carried on regardless. The man had a stomach like a steel trap.

Bon appetit.
(charliesays, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 19:11, 2 replies)

Click
I think I know Pete.

Or someone much like him.
(Toxoplasmosis Dulce et decorum est pro sodomy coleslaw, Sun 21 Sep 2008, 9:58, closed)

Clatty
?
That is all
(MadBouncyDog Barking at the moon since, Sun 21 Sep 2008, 22:55, closed)