My mobile phone rang.
It was the missues:

"Just calling to say hello, What are you up to?"
"Looking for my phone"
"Where did you last have it?"
"I was in the kitchen"
"Well it's probably there then"
"Nope, can't see it"
"Have you tried the bedroom?"
"Hang on" Walks to bedroom, "Nope, can't see it again"
"Oh, I'll leave you to it then"

It was only as we hung up that I realised.

It's not the fact that I am that stupid that bothers me as much as there really doesn't seem to be much hope for us when we both are.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 8:55, 7 replies)

Don't breed

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 9:12, closed)

Best of all the Faithless songs.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 9:24, closed)

Thought he was your old man tbh.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 10:05, closed)

oi!

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 10:07, closed)

You really should have had a wank (although in a sense you could argue that you did...)
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 10:33, closed)

so...
where was it?
(bblgoose, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 15:45, closed)

Missues?
Missus with issues?
Or tissues?!
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 16:37, closed)