Shared phone
I lived in a shared house with two other blokes. One was a lovely chap who had loud conversations with himself (not a euphemism) in the shower. The other hooked up with the ugly girl who lived next door and eventually moved in with her. One evening the phone rang and when I picked it up, I could hear both sides of a conversation. It was at this point I spotted another lead coming out of the phone. 'Weird' I thought, and followed it down to a freshly drilled hole in the wall. Our freshly departed flatmate had connected 'his' phone through to his girlfriend's house. More than once I got bollocked for swearing on the phone when, after picking it up and finding it was one of their mates I had to trudge round, knock on the door and say 'it's for you.'
(Mr McKenzie Mr McKenzie, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 10:47, Reply)