Turning into your parents
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?
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( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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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Mine often smells
More like beef crisps.
I don't even eat beef crisps.
What the fuck?
( , Wed 6 May 2009, 11:04, 1 reply)
More like beef crisps.
I don't even eat beef crisps.
What the fuck?
( , Wed 6 May 2009, 11:04, 1 reply)
Strange, that.
My flatmate's piss often smells exactly like concentrated piss.
There's nothing quite like an unflushed bowlful of wee that's so orange it's almost red to make you retch at 8 in the morning.
( , Wed 6 May 2009, 18:37, closed)
My flatmate's piss often smells exactly like concentrated piss.
There's nothing quite like an unflushed bowlful of wee that's so orange it's almost red to make you retch at 8 in the morning.
( , Wed 6 May 2009, 18:37, closed)
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