
There's a reason there are so many bad jokes about mothers-in-law. You don't choose them, they just come along as emotional baggage with your object of affection. I'm lucky, my m-i-l is lovely*, but don't let that put you off telling us how mad your in-laws really are.
*No, really
( , Thu 8 Sep 2005, 9:48)
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She's a Scottish old trout, who liked nothing better than saying snide remarks to me over the dinner table on Sunday afternoon (in front of the whole family, including 2 rather big big brothers if the ex-wife), About how rough the East End of London is. She's from Glasgow for fucks sake.
She soon stopped all that shit when I turned up to her £300,000 at 4am one morning, paraletic, punching through all the windows of her home, jumping on the rooves & bonnets of each car on the drive (3) & jumping back in the cab.
The only thing I regret is the £80 fare, and th 15 stitches up my arm from getting it caught in her bedroom window. Nevermind
( , Tue 13 Sep 2005, 14:59, Reply)
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