Here you go, Arthur.
It makes my blood boil when....
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When I was in college, living with a group of opposite-gender types (a bit like hanging out here, really), there came a knock at the door. One of my roommates, a Turkish grad student, answered it, and a few minutes later he ushered a group of young people with Mormon literature into our shared living room. Then he said, "see ya" and left me alone with them. I chased him out into the hall with a whispered "WTF do you think you're doing?"
He replied, "They said they were morons, so I let them in. Was that wrong?"
Took me half an hour to get rid of them. I married the roommate.
Or this ...
Lindy; are you sure you thought it through? If you had married the Mormon instead you could have shared your wifey duties.
Nice tag BTW. <Why do I keep hearing "Shut it Shrimpy" in my head?>
MATEUS....MATEUS....not a bloody mattress
He was trying to offload a case of top notch Matues at a knock down price.
I met him in the car-park and we struck a deal.
I bought a crate of Pilau rice of him too.
"... chuck one of their less-sparkly or slightly-dented stars into his basket ..."
What an apalling way of patronising poor Arthur. Shame on Ironduke for suggesting that Arthur should have to make do with tatty old sub-standard stars which are probably going all brown and wrinkly on the corners because they near their sell-by date. Have some respect for his pride and self-esteem.
Not that he's having any of mine though. I've worked hard for what few I have, and I'm not giving them away to anyone.
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