Life at home

Yep, we did.

I guess you just don't like me no more then....


<slinks away, off into the shadows>

but I still think of you as a man-hoor.







Does that make you feel better?

Yes, yes it does as a matter of fact. Thank you, my sweet sexy little emu.

what are you wearing?

This.




Pretty hot, huh?

Aargh! You just put my eye out!













but at least you have the potato in the front this time.

Sorry girls (and I do mean I am VERY VERY sorry) about this digression.

I am off to stick my head in the sand. I am feeling unwell. I do believe I am going to hit myself with some pots and pans and see if everything is alright with the world again tomorrow. I forgot who I was dealing with.

Heeven, we don't mind digressions at all. It's prolly the only thing that makes this thread bearable..

kicky...... I think the timing was off.

I think somethings bloody 'off' with that outfit. Oh crikey, my eyes, I can't get that picture out of my head.

Maybe a (realy large) photo of the back will help, Heeven.

Life at home suddenly got a lot more exciting...

Are you trying to give me nightmares, littlek? Please, someone make the picture of the hairy disgusting man-ass go away!!!

and there goes my breakfast!

I think I feel sorry for your roomie littlek, you are cruel, cruel, cruel !!!

But there again, you do have a soft spot for Borat don't you, you randy miss. Does roomie look like Borat at all? Is this what you picture when he is traipsing around your place in his undies?

Ack! You're evil.

Everything is relative. Borat is very handsome.

When he doesn't have bright yellow floss up his butt-cheeks.

I was thinking of the two of you today when I was driving up our
private road and in the very first house there (bachelor pad) was in the
upper balcony, low and behold, an underwear hanging out to dry.
On a hanger high up on an outside lantern hung this white -
definitely male - brief, blowing in the wind.

I couldn't help but laugh. Men are just so utterly clueless! :wink:

<sigh>

i can't even ... scuse my language.... crap in privacy in this house.
Two times did I leave my room today. To make coffee, and to go to the bathroom, which is off the kitchen. As soon as he hears sound in the kitchen, he's there. 2.5 seconds later. Being in my way. Which means he left his room twice today as well, precisely 2.5 seconds after I left my room.
I only make coffee in the morning, and he knows this. He could wait those two minutes, but no. He starts his pancakes, spreading his stuff over all of the counters, and the table, running through me on the way, asking me to move every 5 seconds.
Second time I just went to the bloody bathroom. He had to come unload the dishwasher that very second. Because... it's been there all night and all morning. It's imperative that he does it right then when I might want a smidget of privacy. But that wouldn't cross his mind, no. Nothing of social nature crosses his mind whatsoever.

Kris asked him about one million times to wash his hands when he comes out of his room after hours and starts unloading the dishwasher. Did he? Of course he didn't. Eh.