Neighbours
I 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.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
I 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.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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You had curtains!
Pah! That's luxury mate. I used to dream of curtains (admitedly a different type of curtain). I think we should form the International Brotherhood of Teenage Shedism & the logo should be one of those little sticks for stirring paint that all decent sheds should contain.
( , Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:50, 2 replies)
Pah! That's luxury mate. I used to dream of curtains (admitedly a different type of curtain). I think we should form the International Brotherhood of Teenage Shedism & the logo should be one of those little sticks for stirring paint that all decent sheds should contain.
( , Tue 6 Oct 2009, 16:50, 2 replies)
Sounds like a fucking plan, mate
The worst shed-related outrage of that summer was when my dad decided to varnish the fucker one bright and sunny Saturday morning. While I was asleep inside. I swear I thought I was Jesus when I woke up. And the grass was slithering like a serpent. And the sky was a strange shade of pink with purple and vermillion blotches.
Closest I'll ever get to a Jimi Hendrix experience, that was...
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The worst shed-related outrage of that summer was when my dad decided to varnish the fucker one bright and sunny Saturday morning. While I was asleep inside. I swear I thought I was Jesus when I woke up. And the grass was slithering like a serpent. And the sky was a strange shade of pink with purple and vermillion blotches.
Closest I'll ever get to a Jimi Hendrix experience, that was...
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I have such a stick!
I couldn't live without it.
I have a shed as well but my son is only 2 so it might be a bit cruel to keep him in there.
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I couldn't live without it.
I have a shed as well but my son is only 2 so it might be a bit cruel to keep him in there.
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