That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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I was hired to take care of some big-arsed woman's dogs for a weekend. Little did I know, she would be there the whole time, shrieking Pavarotti at the top of her lungs, with all four massive dogs howling like the wind. I left after one day.
Yes. It was, in fact, over when the fat lady sang.
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Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze, Sat 23 Jul 2005, 9:19,
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