Mr Sheep... The truth!
Thank you for repeating what I already wrote… silly boy! I did try to keep you anonymous. Here is a list of Mr Sheep’s misdemeanours in the TMI department:

He engages in deep and meaningful conversations about his stools and farts with me… every day!

He also enjoys telling me in exquisite detail the contents of our sons’ nappies every time they go for a poo – I cannot eat curries without being reminded of dirty nappies (Mr Sheep, just because one of our son’s as a baby farted as you were changing his nappy, sending a fine mist of poo in your face doesn’t mean to say that you had to tell me what it tasted like – I really didn’t want to know.)

He loves explaining to me in great detail every time he farts and follow through, especially the time when he was on the lash dressed up as a German Paratrooper (it was some WW2 re-enactment event) complete with itchy woollen trousers and lack of any decent toilet facilities in the immediate area or the time he was cycling to work. I nearly forgot about the time he told me he farted and followed through in the local cinema, ran to the toilet and found no toilet paper in any of the cubicles so proceeded to use his own underpants instead to wipe his bum, stuff them down the toilet and block the drains up.

He also enjoyed telling me that he "secretly" wiped his penis on his sister-in-law’s (Bucket o' Giblets) favourite lipstick after she annoyed him and was gullible enough to allow him to use her bathroom facilities without removing *every* item from her bathroom. I nearly died when she and her hubby showed us pictures of her kids playing dress up, wearing mummy’s lipstick.

It was most definitely TMI when he told me that the reason one of his friends (now ex friend) travelled miles to visit us every week only did so to cruise around the city’s red light district afterwards to pick up skanky hookers before he went home to his wife and kids.

I really, really, *really* did not need to know that his eldest brother is “hung like a horse” and that his older sister had to go to hospital for “taking one up the poopster” many years ago (although he says it was TMI when she told him about it in the first place – talk about sharing the love!). I also did not really want to know that the only woman that his eldest brother got close to sleeping with was one that fancied Mr Sheep instead but he managed to bribe into “sorting out” his bro. Mr Sheep also had to add the fact that his brother prematurely ejaculated thus blowing all chances of any action with this woman and this is permanently etched into my mind (What information Mr Sheep and his siblings shares with each other really scares me!).

Oh yes… What Mr Sheep did with a certain kitchen implement and his ex-girlfriend really should have stayed between him and his ex – not relayed to me! He let his own brother use that kitchen implement afterwards… eww!

There is more but I think for decencies’ sake I should quit now. Thank you, Mr Sheep. Here’s to ten more years… if my sanity can take it.
( Templeton Blah, blah, blah..., Mon 10 Sep 2007, 1:40, Reply)