Interesting...
Mmmmm, last night was quite the above. My friend and her 'loving' boyfriend came in and a ton of hints were dropped in my presence that she might be in the family way. Already.
Now, for somebody who didn't want everyone knowing their business, they (he) is blabbing a bit too much, too loudly. Another one of my friends commented a while ago that it seemed that he was just looking for someone to have his babies. I disagreed back then. But, things change and, to give the benefit of the doubt, so might he...
On another note, i arrived home last night to find that sweet, innocent Darth had scratched the wallpaper off the hallway wall. Now, normally this wouldn't bother me in the slightest, but as it's a rented flat with a anally retarded landlord i think that this may become a biiiig problem. Especially if Darth decides to scratch the buggery out of other things, namely more walls and my sofa. So, while he sat there all innocent looking, i got out the wok and threatened him with a nice portion of cat noodles. He called my bluff and went and sat in the wok. Bastard cat!!
Poor D is having problems with his arse. Nice. As we are experiencing tropical weather that melts everything in sight, including me, he is sweating more than usual and unfortunately, it's his arse thats 'bearing the brunt' so to speak. He made the mistake of moaning about his sore arse to me while i was a. pissy as hell, b. having my 'time of the month' and c. trying to clear up last nights tea.
Sore arse, you have NO idea what it is like having a sore fucking arse mate. Try having to lie there while some dodgy doctor whose trousers were waaaay too short for him clamped your asshole open and rammed a massive pair of tweezers up there to rip your colon apart while trying to 'gently' take a sample for biopsy, only to be told twice that he didn't get a 'good enough' sample and had to do it again and again.
You try having to suffer the motherfucking pain of having piles and an anal tear at the same time, only to be told by your doctor that i would have to endure the pain while it healed naturally. You sit there on the god damn bog frightened to death to shit because i'm sorry, but nobody wants to see a gallon of blood escape from a hole that shouldn't bleed.
Once you've experienced that, then tell me your poor sweaty arse hurts.
Go on, dare you.
Dammit.
Now, for somebody who didn't want everyone knowing their business, they (he) is blabbing a bit too much, too loudly. Another one of my friends commented a while ago that it seemed that he was just looking for someone to have his babies. I disagreed back then. But, things change and, to give the benefit of the doubt, so might he...
On another note, i arrived home last night to find that sweet, innocent Darth had scratched the wallpaper off the hallway wall. Now, normally this wouldn't bother me in the slightest, but as it's a rented flat with a anally retarded landlord i think that this may become a biiiig problem. Especially if Darth decides to scratch the buggery out of other things, namely more walls and my sofa. So, while he sat there all innocent looking, i got out the wok and threatened him with a nice portion of cat noodles. He called my bluff and went and sat in the wok. Bastard cat!!
Poor D is having problems with his arse. Nice. As we are experiencing tropical weather that melts everything in sight, including me, he is sweating more than usual and unfortunately, it's his arse thats 'bearing the brunt' so to speak. He made the mistake of moaning about his sore arse to me while i was a. pissy as hell, b. having my 'time of the month' and c. trying to clear up last nights tea.
Sore arse, you have NO idea what it is like having a sore fucking arse mate. Try having to lie there while some dodgy doctor whose trousers were waaaay too short for him clamped your asshole open and rammed a massive pair of tweezers up there to rip your colon apart while trying to 'gently' take a sample for biopsy, only to be told twice that he didn't get a 'good enough' sample and had to do it again and again.
You try having to suffer the motherfucking pain of having piles and an anal tear at the same time, only to be told by your doctor that i would have to endure the pain while it healed naturally. You sit there on the god damn bog frightened to death to shit because i'm sorry, but nobody wants to see a gallon of blood escape from a hole that shouldn't bleed.
Once you've experienced that, then tell me your poor sweaty arse hurts.
Go on, dare you.
Dammit.
posted by LMPP at 7:37 PM
