So I went to a little do last night to say hi to Doc. Who kept on going about me looking like I'm glowing. Like going on and on about me glowing. Like, wha-eva. He loves doing that, especially when it's actually just bar rash.
Anyway, because I'm seeking a new flatmate, at the table, this conversation:
Big T: I'd move in, but the shower. The shower. It was the dealbreaker.
Mr 747: Yeah. I flooded the bathroom yesterday. But the pressure is good.
Big T: Well the nozzle is a foot shorter than me.
Mr 747: Have you seen the stove?
C: What's wrong with the stove? It's not like she's going to cook a turkey Christmas dinner anytime soon.
Mr 747: It would take two full days to cook it in there anyway.
Big T: And the couch!
Peas: Leave the couch out of this, I love my couch. C, have you ever noticed the couch?
C: No?
Big T: The indent in which she places her bum.
Mr 747: Yip, seen it....how about the reed mat?
Peas: OK, okes - enough.
I'm getting loser's complex over where I live. I shalt not despair.
Because today, I woke up deaf in my right ear. Completely deaf. Nothing but the slight tinitus sound of deafness, I really got to get this guy syringed before Barbra Streisand and Ace of Base become a mere memory of the past.
I am deaf.
33 comments:
Mmm, you & Mr 747 sound nice & tight! He's commenting on your shower now & your couch...nice Peas! Yay! *pat yourself on back*
Just one question: does he know about the wonderful world of blogging & does he know your 'fame' within the South African blogosphere? Just a thought...
Kab - oh he knows about the blog. He knew about it a year ago. After having The Blog Talk with him too (I have to do this these days....grrrreat), he most certainly knows. But he decided that his name should be Mr 747. So, that's his part thus far. :)
PS: Apparently everyone feels the need to comment on the shower and couch....sigh. Even my mates!
Morning Peas.
For the those not in the know, please describe your shower.
Tinnitus is fun! If you pretend that it's actually the Symphonic Orchestra's string section playing C#, you're in for a treat.
Tyrone - morgen Mein kleinen.
I'll pain a picture: 70s-style puke green tiles, where one has to stand in the bath to take a shower. Big T completely freaked out.
I've never even thought about it before, both Ant and the dude I lived with before didn't have a worry. But now I'm thinking I need to build a shower or somefink.
Mike - ....all I can hear is Babs Streisand. It's starting to wear very thin.
So it's like a hobbit shower?
I have an idea. You can easily make Mr 747 appreciate it. If its truly 70's, the next time he showers play some cheesy 70's style Dirk Diggler tunes, and well.... You can guess the rest.
bastards! they're obviously jut hugely jealous of your place. I bet their apartments suck.
A couch moulded to the shape of your ass...cool, I want one!
PS. Moulded to the shape of my ass of course, not yours.
Wait, let me think about that and get back to you....
A couch moulded to the shape of Peas' bum would never fit me. I'm guessing she's a WHOLE LOT more streamlined than I.
Tyrone - a hobbit shower maybe, cept someone who was 6ft 3 has used it fine before. But Big T is like 7 ft.
;)
Bete - yeah jealousy makes people nasty :)
Rev - explain your ass. What kind of ass are we talking here?
SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR EAR. DO YOU THINK CHAD USED IT AS A TOILET?
Kyk - WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING, IS IT 'COS MY EYES ARE DEAF?? ;)
Tinnitus sucks much.
Does 747 check in on The Blog?
and I am jealous you have a bath and shower in one. My shower sux too. For all its modernity, it clogs up and the pressure sucks.
What kind of ass are we talking about?
Umm...well proportioned and firm with a solid clench reflex. Enough to grasp your hands around.
OK, your turn, describe your ass!
SheBee - yip, he checks in on the blog. :)
Glad you like my shower btw! Wanna move in? ;)
Rev - my ass is the carbuncle on the backside of humanity. It cushions my falls, fills my jeans and shakes when I need it to.
Shebee
If you say that your bath sucks and clogs up, I suspect I know what the cause of the problem is.
Umm.. that's not the bath, its the toilet!!!
If you take you foot out, it won't clog up.
Peas - explain to my why I would want to move to a concrete jungle when I live on the beach ;)
(Yeah thats right, try and deny the jealousy)
And Rev, I said shower not bath. But I'll keep my foots a moving, just in case.
SheBee - as jealous as I am, I kinda like concrete jungles. But I'm a bit strange like that. I love the urban environment. :)
Look at that.
"My" instead of "Me".
My bad.
Peas - In our case then, To Each Their Own, right?
U love your Urbanesseseses and I will love my unUrbanesseseses.
Caoe Town = Concrete by the the sea!!
Did you Phuza Thursday last night Revsicle?
Not too much!
Think of it as more of a training ride for the weekend race.
and you???
Yes, I saved my liver for the weekend as well. Could've been a biggie, was surprisingly sensible and easy on the tequila last night. :)
Can I ask a question? You say you have to have "the Blog Talk" with men now. What if you and I were dating, and I said "don't ever mention me on that blog. At all." What would you say? "No, I have to"? Why would you have to?
Casanunda - if that's what they said, "never mention me ever" then I wouldn't. Luckily, most of the men I have dated are secure enough in themselves to know that a) there are personal boundaries I won't cross and are generally mature and secure in who they are.
So how's the flat mate search going?
When and where is Ant moving to? Is she going to the Poenda?
Rev - I have a few prospects, but Ant is going to be hard to replace - am super sad :(
Yip, she's going to the Poenda to be with Gilb. So she's currently going through the job interview stuff.
Forgive my naivety... Poenda?
So Peas do you like tequila too?
Tyrone - Ant's boyf works in Secunda, affectionally termed the Poenda. :)
I hate a bit of tequila. Hate it! :)
(Very sarky - I love tequila!)
Me too. Tequila is the root of all that is evil.
If Tequila is the root of all that is evil, then you may have to start referring to me as Beelzebub!
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