NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Sunday morning entertainmentPicture the scene: My neighbours have decided to take an argument out into the street one Sunday morning as I relax in bed.
The gist of the argument is that the woman has been out all night, apparently at a friend's house, but the man hasn't been able to get hold of and has assumed the worst.
This argument travels up and down the street outside my house.
Let's listen in....
(all delivered at top volume, except the mumble bits)
Her: mumble mumble
Him: Where have you been you slag? (his actual words. I almost died laughing)
Her: I've been at Rosie's house!
Him: I fucking phoned her! you weren't there!
Her: mumble mumble mumble
Him: You're a fucking liar!
Her: mumble mumble mumble
Him: I'm soaking wet!
At this point our protaganists exit the scene.
God knows what he had been doing to get himself wet. As far as I'm aware it hadn't been raining. I've never quite heard another argument like it. This is a slightly abridged version, but the outline is about right. He did scream out "where have you been you slag"
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Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 13:43,
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Slag? OrSlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag?
(, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 17:06, closed)
it was indeed slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag(
Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 9:03,
closed)
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