ARGHHHHHH!

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.





I KNOW I GO ON A BIT ABOUT LARDTHING;

and maybe i AM a botten rastard and all that but,
i've been awake since about 2.00.pm. yeaterday.
not HIS fault,i know.
i came home this morning,
went and spent about half hour with my mother.
cup of tea,
chat etc.
can't call him for that either.
then,
i went asda,
did my shopping,
and caught a bus home.
OKAY!
THAT'S not his fault.

now i'm home.
i've unpacked the shopping.
deliberately stamped about a bit.
made some noise.
got myself a coffee.
put some jacket-spuds in the oven.

and poor old lardthing,
where is he with all this commotion going on?
he's sat in an armchair,
lotus position,
"OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM",
slumped forwards,
head in his chest,
almost to the point of giving himself a blowie,
snoring his fucking head off.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


how on earth did something like that be living?

"life,but not as we know it".

your worst nightmare,
right there in my living room.

yeah.

We were lucky, all 4 of out kids left home at either 19 or 20.
They youngest left in 1994....we've been alone for 19 years thank fuck.
I couldn't have them around me at my age....or yours come to that

i couldn't stand four cats,
let alone four fuckin kids.

erixter wrote:i couldn't stand four cats,
let alone four fuckin kids.

3 cats
2 kids












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