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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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i still worry that they know a lot more about my sexlife than they should, as they are selfishly not all deaf.
my flatmate's curtains aren't great and she has flashed the old man opposite on about 3 occasions since moving in. she is obscenely fit, and he has moved an armchair into that window, i am sure this is coincidental. also we both have an unfortunate tendency to flash the neighbours at the back by opening the fridge naked in the middle of the night. stupid interior light.
i really don't want them to know that when i first moved in and didn't have enough airing racks or clothes horses, i would just throw out my bedding and buy a new set every fortnight.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:53, 3 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
suffice it to say, she is annoyingly hot. even my personal trainer said, "christ there isn't much i could do for her, is there?"
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:57, Reply)
Frustratingly hot, now that's another matter
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:01, Reply)
I'll never understand why hot girls give themselves a hard time whilst various men slip over in pools of their own drool as they pass
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:10, Reply)
It's actual frustration rather than pandering. If Swipey chooses to see a compliment buried somewhere deep in my post, then good for her.
Hang on, I need a poo
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:15, Reply)
Not intelligence, profession, gender, geographical location or history, sexual proclivity (I really don't like cock), attractiveness or willingness to attend a gym, but the insults thing. Fo sho.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:24, Reply)
(speaking from no experience whatsoever, as a serial monogamist whose two relationships have both been with hyper-intelligent women)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:09, Reply)
And that she was suffering from annoying hot-flushes.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:02, Reply)
Surely one of the pleasures in life is getting into a nice, freshly made bed with clean bedding on a Sunday night?
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:56, Reply)
even though i was buying cheap shit from argos, even i drew the line at BUYING a duvet set a week!
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:56, Reply)
Buy a new duvet set every couple of weeks because you didn't have enough airing racks.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 11:59, Reply)
but it was so cheap, like a tenner a pop, it was almost as much money to run the washing machine!
anyway now i have airing racks and designer bedding, so everyone's happy.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:01, Reply)
anyway that was a long time ago. i don't do that anymore. it's just the only shameful thing i could think of, that i wouldn't have wanted my neighbours to know what was in my rubbish sacks.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:12, Reply)
if you go to a launderette. The big machines you can fit your bedding in are about £5 a pop, and then you have to keep feeding the dryer 50ps...
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:14, Reply)
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:02, Reply)
dry-cleaning is one of the brilliant perks of my lovely law firm.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:14, Reply)
Well it's Georgian-looking but really Victorian. Same difference.
trust me, they can hear you.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:10, Reply)
walls are one thing, then there's fireplaces. doom.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:14, Reply)
Irritable camel man comes up through the fireplace in one bedroom, and yelpy woman comes up through the fireplace in the other bedroom.
These people aren't even in my building. It's the building next door.
I heard Next Door cough gently once, and then realised that as their living room is below my bedroom (their flat is one foor and mine flat is two floors and a bizarre L-shape, so Next Door are also Downstairs) I should move into the spare bedroom. My living room is below that. so no worries there.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:18, Reply)
"It's just apartment house rules, so all you 'partment house fools remember: One man's ceiling is another man's floor."
They will have to put up with it. Or go and live in a barn in the middle of a field. I put up with irritable camel, and he puts up with me.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:23, Reply)
the crashing bass piano made us laugh every time.
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:30, Reply)
"tinkly tinkly tinkly thinly tinkly twiddle-dee twidddle-dee deee, dum, dum..."
"BOM BA BADDLE DA DAAAAR DAAAAAR!"
(, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 12:35, Reply)
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