I'm at home again nursing a deadly dose of sinusitus. This virus is virulent! So me being me, I decided to put on a load of washing before embracing my couch with whom I have had a close and intimate relationship over the past couple of weeks. (Yes, I am personalising an inanimate object - I told you we were close). However, whilst hanging out said washing, I realised that there is someone other than ClareBear and DrummerBoy living in my house. He's well endowed and a healthy size to boot. Apparently, he is without a large, brown and white long sleeved T-shirt with some cool slogan printed on the front, an Everlast 'wife basher' singlet top and two pairs of large cotton jersey fitted boxers. Who are you? Where are you and why am I doing your washing?
5 comments:
Ooh, poor you, sinusitis - and a stranger's washing to boot. Here's hoping the couch offers sufficient comfort and protection! Be better soon.
Thanks Vanilla. And welcome. I've passed by your blog many times but only just commented. Snot is like rusty poo! And I do miss that chook!
Inssert glib attempt at humour here:
Aww, I'm sorry that you're not feeling well, but the good thing is that you have a mysterious man roaming the halls. :-)
Perhaps he'll fix ya a cuppa or a steaming bowl of soup?
Drink some green tea! It fixes everything!
Daz, it might work for your caffeine jitters as well??
Thanks Lads. I took another day off today with no internet until 1:30pm, I've realised that I am indeed addicted to cigareets and whiskey and wild wild blogging but the snot is drying up. Now I have an attractively placed cold sore in my right nostril. I still haven't solved the mystery of the underpants . . .nobody is claiming to be that well hung!
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