Back Due To Popular Demand
Don't fret people, I'm back with my witty words of wisdom and ramblings that will include all manners of bigotry, defamation and vile jokes. That my friends, is a promise.
I've been rather busy this summer with buying a house and such like. It took a fucking age to get the living room decorated and the green is greenier than we would have like. Lyla thinks it looks like 'Green Adidas Shoe', personally I think it's more like Dunlop Green Flash, of which I owned a pair and they were fucking ace! There's a little bit of work left to do, but I'm sure Lyla won't mind doing it.
The kitchen is just about finished off, which is nice because it means Lyla can cook my tea every night without having to fall over boxes and whatnot. I thought she had fucked the oven t'other, due to her dropping chicken (that should be used as a euphemism for drug taking) where the gas comes out. However, I think it burnt off the chicken fat that had congealed (love that word) and now we're cooking on gas again. Literally (overused word).
The utility room appears to have become the home of the fridge/freezer with little room for anything else. However, due to us being snapped at the moment we cannot get a fridge/freezer that will fit in the gap left by the previous one, so we have to 'make do' with Goliath.
The bathroom is also sorted, she scrubs well does Lyla. Only thing she needs to sort out now are the bedrooms like, eh. Then I can play my playstation in comfortable surroundings. She doesn't know how good she has it.
That's all from the 1950s this week.
I've been rather busy this summer with buying a house and such like. It took a fucking age to get the living room decorated and the green is greenier than we would have like. Lyla thinks it looks like 'Green Adidas Shoe', personally I think it's more like Dunlop Green Flash, of which I owned a pair and they were fucking ace! There's a little bit of work left to do, but I'm sure Lyla won't mind doing it.
The kitchen is just about finished off, which is nice because it means Lyla can cook my tea every night without having to fall over boxes and whatnot. I thought she had fucked the oven t'other, due to her dropping chicken (that should be used as a euphemism for drug taking) where the gas comes out. However, I think it burnt off the chicken fat that had congealed (love that word) and now we're cooking on gas again. Literally (overused word).
The utility room appears to have become the home of the fridge/freezer with little room for anything else. However, due to us being snapped at the moment we cannot get a fridge/freezer that will fit in the gap left by the previous one, so we have to 'make do' with Goliath.
The bathroom is also sorted, she scrubs well does Lyla. Only thing she needs to sort out now are the bedrooms like, eh. Then I can play my playstation in comfortable surroundings. She doesn't know how good she has it.
That's all from the 1950s this week.
posted by Martyn @ 4:04 AM
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