Or if you wake up to find a plague of tremendously hungry moths has made its way from one end of your wardrobe to the other
Leaving you with nought but your pyjamas.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 11:40, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Then that'd have to be a metric fuck-ton of moths
I have a huge wardrobe. Well, it's not "huge", that's the problem at the moment.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 11:41, Reply)

Oddly enough, not a problem I've had
Though conversely I am clearing out my desk and am astonished by the amount of rubbish in there. I mean, I knew it was full of crap, but never on this scale. Can I interest you in an old RAM chip or possibly a Spanish Euro Cent?
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 11:45, Reply)

There's nothing more upsetting than not being able to fit into stuff you love.
Oh, moving, are we? Are you getting the good office?

...and did you just offer me money? Well hel-lo! Thank jew very much.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 11:46, Reply)

Yeah, in the process of moving.
It should be an ever-so-slightly nicer office (carpeted floor for a start), but I'll be in there with my unofficial supervisor. The downside is I'll probably be on here a lot less (well, I see it as a downside; you buggers may beg to differ), but the upside is it will be a less lonely existence and there's probably an outside chance of making some progress on this turkey of a project.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 11:52, Reply)