was so so so fucking up for a proper knees up tonight.

fuck the rona :frowning:

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i have by the way cancelled a party i was supposed to be at tomorrow because of a ‘migraine’

when’s he coming in with a sly grin and a possibly cum laced mcflurry?

:smiley: desperately escalating it further and further, whenever one person doesn’t go along with it I ask to speak to their manager, and then their manager’s manager, until I’m eventually speaking to the head of Bosch.
It’s been six hours, the guy left ages ago, nothing makes sense any more

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feel bad because I was contextually very mean about something earlier to aul ma proffers :frowning:

Why am I awake?

This is a sitcom waiting to happen

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ha, I’ve moved! I’ve no idea how many people he’s shagged this week.

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I think ‘Lies I’ve told to attract a partner’ is a thread in and of itself, especially when we were younger we’ve all told some clangers

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yeah I’m a fully functioning member of society I’m not too depressed to clean

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chemical dependencies WHAT ARE THEY i’ve never even had a beer

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this did me so much, and for some reason, thought about it when reading your (ex) housemate’s stuff

:smiley:

I have worked in a call centre though and I have actually heard about weirder complaints than that, believe it or not

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In a shocking turn of events, my dad’s normal set back partner shows up ten minutes (!!) before start time of Moose Lodge tourney. After I’ve been talking strategy with pops for last 30 minutes thinking I’m playing, bids/aggressive/lay back Sally and Steve (our first opponents), should mop them up quick. Gerry (my dad’s partner) just thinks he sliding into the role after saying he wasn’t going to make it.

Tell Gerry think its me and pops tonight, then my fucking dad shovels me 6 feet under with “Well Gerry’s here now, stick around for a bit I’ll buy you a beer at break”. Livid.

Gerry and Sharon going right off the Christmas card list.

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He responds with “My friend, is ok, no?”

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I’m approaching extreme downer phase again make that not happen. I’ve got four Stella left that’s enough isn’t it. I’ve had 6

anyone at all for a zoom? will give it five mins.

I’m sitting at the bottom of my stairs, quite bemused. The doorbell rings. I open the door, it’s Arsene Wenger. Finally, a man of such respect, regard and authority would restore order in my own household. I approach him, congratulate him on the 20 years and then go on to explain what has been happening upstairs. He has a trademark smirk on his face and tells me he will take care of it. He practically bypasses the orderly queue formed outside of my bedroom and enters as Santi and Gabby walk out.

My friend, is OK, no?

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I’m too sleepy and I just wore myself out dancing around the room

Hope the zoom goes well tho