
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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Someone offered me a biscuit at work the other day.
I replied:
'Oh, well I "bis-cuit" one in while there's some left'
Then slapped my thigh and chuckled.
I've got the shit puns, I've got the right build, and I've even got a hint of the dress sense... if I just grow a 'tache, I will actually be indistinguishable from a 27 year old version of my dad.
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 14:27, Reply)
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