Relief
Last week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
Last week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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A tin of Celebrations was handed round at work, I put a few in my pocket for later.
Many hours pass, and suddenly I remember the chocolate. Hand goes into pocket, but all I feel is a warm sticky mess.
Suddenly rememebered that I'd transferred the confectionary to my desk drawer earlier, and all that had happened was I had shit myself.
Right up me back it was.
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 13:18, Reply)
Many hours pass, and suddenly I remember the chocolate. Hand goes into pocket, but all I feel is a warm sticky mess.
Suddenly rememebered that I'd transferred the confectionary to my desk drawer earlier, and all that had happened was I had shit myself.
Right up me back it was.
( , Thu 20 Dec 2012, 13:18, Reply)
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