Everning all
chatting to a girl about her cat who's scared of strangers, I reckoned he wouldn't like me then. She replied that she'd wait till I passed out drunk and rub crevette (it's a prawn thing) in my beard - then he'd groom me and think we were mates.

I objected, pointing out that when I woke up I'd say, "Oi, why is my face all sticky and fishy-smelling?"

There was a long pause, as it slowly dawned on me that what I'd said could be taken MORE THAN ONE WAY.

Fortunately she pissed herself laughing rather than getting the hump.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:32, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

HURR HURR HURR
'taken more than one way'
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:34, Reply)

eggsaccccchly

( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:35, Reply)

wachoo up to tonight then?

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:37, Reply)

catching up on Sirens
with a bottle of non-vintage merlot/pinot grigio.

Then probably The Adjustment Bureau.

I spent most of today shredding - well, half shredding and half unblocking the crap shredder - as I discover that I really never throw anything away.

I probably don't need wage slips and phonebills from 2002.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:41, Reply)

Our shredder is like that too.
It needs a rest every half an hour or it gets overheated.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:42, Reply)

mine seems to chew more paper than it cuts
and pack it nice and tightly deep inside the mechanism until it grinds to a halt and I have to fish/cut a load out with a kitchen knife,
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 23 Jul 2011, 21:45, Reply)