Bloody window cleaners
Some months ago, I had the house to myself for a week. So I invited the girlfriend round.

Anyway, we were lying across the sofa in the living room, getting busy. There is a large window looking into the back yard, but no one can see us as the back yard has a tall fence all the way around it (with the exception of a gate), so I left the curtains open.

I hear a knock on the window and start getting paranoid. I remember that I've heard similar knocks before, which turn out to be the wind or something, so I continue.

The doorbell rings. "Fuck that, I'm busy", i think to myself and refuse to answer the door.

I checked the post later in the day and saw the "your windows have been cleaned" slip lying amongst a small pile of letters and newspapers.


Oh dear.
Haven't told her yet though.
(Grim Jimm makes loud noises at myspace.com/corpsewalking, Thu 11 Oct 2007, 18:54, Reply)