Wazzerphuk
FH is my second home
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2003
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Tolkien
My fucking god, second one down, I somewhat know (of) her. She'd randomly turn up at a few house parties I'd been to a few years ago, barely anyone liked her.
that's not what really happens though, is it?
I have to say, fucking truth.
In between uni and getting a job, I was still living with my parents. Clearly, they were tired at my lack of effort on the post-uni job front, so I made the effort to keep the place running and help out (doing all the dishes, emptying dish washer, cleaning the bathrooms, doing their hoovering / dusting, cutting the grass etc.). I remember making myself some lunch and as always cleared up the dishes leaving only the cheese grater on the draining rack. My mum came home from work and blew a gasket "couldn't even put the fucking cheese grater away!" ... "bu .. bu .. but....?".
I suppose it was down to the resentment of me still living at home with no job and not really about the cheese grater.