| Commander_Kwaaab |
...We've wrapped the pressies. We've dressed the tree. I've prepped everything I can for tomorrow, hock jelly chilling, spuds peeled and waiting. Chicken stuffed and oozing lemony goodness. Flat tidied. We're sipping on Shiraz, and I'm beating her senseless at scrabble when Domminess kicks in.
"On your knees bitch."
She looks at me.
"You're wearing deer antlers" and starts whistling Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.
ACK!
| 24 Dec 11, 7:03 PM bohnanza UK(FK), 12 yrs |
Last time something like this happened, Easter AD 33, it only took three days for a resurrection.
I have the perfect accent for conflict resolution, shame about the personality. | |
| 24 Dec 11, 7:05 PM NimueBanditQueen UK(MK), 2 yrs |
Pre-flight mental check for wearing humorous clothing items: fail! Never mind... can't win them all.
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| 24 Dec 11, 7:20 PM Commander_Kwaaab UK(SW), 7 yrs |
Bugger Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Bloody Satnav |