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Obviousman wrote:One of the worst things ever given to me was a projection clock, with big clear orange letters for the time on it, and it projected the same... If there's one thing I can't stand when I'm trying to sleep it's anything that makes light (plus it was oversized and nearly took all of my bed-side table )
But it was orange - I would have thought you would have loved it!
Give it to Debaser. Or Planet Dave.
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Obviousman wrote:One of the worst things ever given to me was a projection clock, with big clear orange letters for the time on it, and it projected the same... If there's one thing I can't stand when I'm trying to sleep it's anything that makes light (plus it was oversized and nearly took all of my bed-side table )
But it was orange - I would have thought you would have loved it!
Give it to Debaser. Or Planet Dave.
I was sure that Obviousman liked orange as well you know....
brown ankle socks with tasmanian devil motif and matching boxers....now that's what i call music eleventy-twelve....soft metal ("...it ain't heavy...")....beige lambswool jumpers from m&s.......wh smiths vouchers,every year for twenty years- what the f**k do wh smiths sell that you can't get cheaper elsewhere?
and of course slippers are always an utter treat -especially if they're comedy fluffy-bunny slippers.
"Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knerw the words to every song.
'Did my singing please you?'
'No! the words you sang were wrong' " SISTERS FOREVER, FOREVER SISTERS
i think my familly have learned that i only accept music tokens for christmas...doesn't matter if it's HMV or Virgin...as soon as the sale kicks in...
clothes have been tried and failed...if it ain't black (and generally they don't have a clue what size i am so they tend to go with what they know)...it goes back
altho i do have a lovely line of black "Tigger" socks that i've kept...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:beige lambswool jumpers from m&s
You receiving those is such a lovely mental image...
What with the slippers, all he needs now is the pipe (which I can't help thinking would be misused
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
bong and slippers doesn't have the same effect really does it?
"Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knerw the words to every song.
'Did my singing please you?'
'No! the words you sang were wrong' " SISTERS FOREVER, FOREVER SISTERS
Brideoffrankenstein wrote:
But it was orange - I would have thought you would have loved it!
Give it to Debaser. Or Planet Dave.
I was sure that Obviousman liked orange as well you know....
I do like orange, but not when it's lighting up right next to where my head is as I'm trying to catch a sleep
Anyway, passed it on to my parents, who made it even more annoying by only setting the projected time and not the time on the machine itself, which makes it blink constantly
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:bong and slippers doesn't have the same effect really does it?
Perry Comatose
very good, mrs s
(i feel very annoyed that i didn't meet you and your husband at black oktober thus entitling myself to further displays of in-crowd-ness by calling you Heather and errrm....snowey. )
"Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knerw the words to every song.
'Did my singing please you?'
'No! the words you sang were wrong' " SISTERS FOREVER, FOREVER SISTERS
Not strictly relevant to this thread because a) it was by birthday and not Christmas, and b) it wasn't actually mine - much to my great relief! A parcel had arrived in the post on the morning of my 30th birthday, and because of the date, I didn't bother checking the address. I then took the parcel to my sister's house where I was having a party, and opened it in front of every female member of my family. Inside was:
1 latex mask
1 pair of cheap red crotchless knickers
1 female domination kit
1 other piece of cheap, ineffective tat (can't remember what) and 1 Magic Moments catalogue
It was only then that a friend informed me that the parcel belonged to my next door neighbour. He'd noticed before I opened it but he was curious to find out what was inside so he let me go ahead. To add to the ensuing uproar, my 11-year-old nephew had got hold of the latex mask and tried it on. I couldn't face delivering the opened parcel to my neighbour so I taped it shut and reposted in a postbox far away from our street. And I thought stuff like that only ever happened in comedies.
This year could be a vintage tat harvest for me: since I really can't think of anything that I want (not which could be viably purchased, wrapped and put under a tree, anyway) it all hinges on whether the family cheque will be larger or smaller than the (frankly unnecessary) amount I've already spent on gifts for my family.
This I don't mind, but it is a bit frustrating when you realise that no-one else in my family particularly wants anything either. The only people profitting from this are the post office and a few shops. It's an utter fiasco. I'm seriously considering refusing to give or accept christmas gifts in future. I could use the same money so much more effectively in the sales, and the birth of the son of a god I don't believe in just isn't all that significant to me.
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:bong and slippers doesn't have the same effect really does it?
Perry Comatose
very good, mrs s
(i feel very annoyed that i didn't meet you and your husband at black oktober thus entitling myself to further displays of in-crowd-ness by calling you Heather and errrm....snowey. )
Less of the "Husband" part, please......(anyone would think we were married )
Andrew S wrote:Not strictly relevant to this thread because a) it was by birthday and not Christmas, and b) it wasn't actually mine - much to my great relief! A parcel had arrived in the post on the morning of my 30th birthday, and because of the date, I didn't bother checking the address. I then took the parcel to my sister's house where I was having a party, and opened it in front of every female member of my family. Inside was:
1 latex mask
1 pair of cheap red crotchless knickers
1 female domination kit
1 other piece of cheap, ineffective tat (can't remember what) and 1 Magic Moments catalogue
It was only then that a friend informed me that the parcel belonged to my next door neighbour. He'd noticed before I opened it but he was curious to find out what was inside so he let me go ahead. To add to the ensuing uproar, my 11-year-old nephew had got hold of the latex mask and tried it on. I couldn't face delivering the opened parcel to my neighbour so I taped it shut and reposted in a postbox far away from our street. And I thought stuff like that only ever happened in comedies.
That's priceless! I'd have gone straight next door with the parcel though...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Andrew S wrote:Not strictly relevant to this thread because a) it was by birthday and not Christmas, and b) it wasn't actually mine - much to my great relief! A parcel had arrived in the post on the morning of my 30th birthday, and because of the date, I didn't bother checking the address. I then took the parcel to my sister's house where I was having a party, and opened it in front of every female member of my family. Inside was:
1 latex mask
1 pair of cheap red crotchless knickers
1 female domination kit
1 other piece of cheap, ineffective tat (can't remember what) and 1 Magic Moments catalogue
It was only then that a friend informed me that the parcel belonged to my next door neighbour. He'd noticed before I opened it but he was curious to find out what was inside so he let me go ahead. To add to the ensuing uproar, my 11-year-old nephew had got hold of the latex mask and tried it on. I couldn't face delivering the opened parcel to my neighbour so I taped it shut and reposted in a postbox far away from our street. And I thought stuff like that only ever happened in comedies.
That's priceless! I'd have gone straight next door with the parcel though...
Priceless indeed
And why didn't you just let the nephew have the mask to play with, guess you could have had quite a laugh (of course if the parents wouldn't want to kill you then, or perhaps even more then )
Andrew S wrote:Not strictly relevant to this thread because a) it was by birthday and not Christmas, and b) it wasn't actually mine - much to my great relief! A parcel had arrived in the post on the morning of my 30th birthday, and because of the date, I didn't bother checking the address. I then took the parcel to my sister's house where I was having a party, and opened it in front of every female member of my family. Inside was:
1 latex mask
1 pair of cheap red crotchless knickers
1 female domination kit
1 other piece of cheap, ineffective tat (can't remember what) and 1 Magic Moments catalogue
It was only then that a friend informed me that the parcel belonged to my next door neighbour. He'd noticed before I opened it but he was curious to find out what was inside so he let me go ahead. To add to the ensuing uproar, my 11-year-old nephew had got hold of the latex mask and tried it on. I couldn't face delivering the opened parcel to my neighbour so I taped it shut and reposted in a postbox far away from our street. And I thought stuff like that only ever happened in comedies.
This is priceless, top stuff. I would have taken it next door with a big grin.
But are there such things as classy red crotchless knickers?
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
Trondheim?Lofoten? I wanna move there! Or to Sweden. Still cannot decide
They live in Aldersundet which is in Helgeland, one hour from Mo I Rana. So further north than Trondheim.
No no no, I beg you on my knees, for your own sake, move to sweden. I would chose sweden, a year here and you would too It is currently -12 degrees celcius btw...
straylight wrote:
This is priceless, top stuff. I would have taken it next door with a big grin.
I didn't know the neighbour in question, xo I didn't know how violently he might have reacted to my uncontrollable laughter. There have been at least 2 murders on my block since I've stayed here so I like to live a quiet life!
straylight wrote:
But are there such things as classy red crotchless knickers?
No but I imagine there would be some variation in the quality of material. And quality, these were not.
straylight wrote:
This is priceless, top stuff. I would have taken it next door with a big grin.
I didn't know the neighbour in question, xo I didn't know how violently he might have reacted to my uncontrollable laughter. There have been at least 2 murders on my block since I've stayed here so I like to live a quiet life!
(plus it was oversized and nearly took all of my bed-side table
)
I couldn't face delivering the opened parcel to my neighbour so I taped it shut and reposted in a postbox far away from our street. And I thought stuff like that only ever happened in comedies. 
)
It is currently -12 degrees celcius btw... 
