dealing with Gotterdammerung
oats and crowbar head to tuscany, spurred on by the promise of homemade tortellini awaiting and a quick film. 2.5 hours there, 2 hours to kick it, 2.5 hours back. the perfect sunday prospect.
what they didn't count on was that someone had switched off the mains. thus turning the fridge and freezer into a rancid tortellini graveyard, replete with fetid liquid and a stench that drove us both to empty the contents of our already overhung stomachs.
needless to say, no tortellini were had, and the intrepid girls had to content themselves with chips, cheeze puffs and air freshener.
quotes of the day:
o: i think i just threw up a little in my mouth
f: no no, i flat-out hurled. violently
o: f! i think someone's coming up the path!
f: pal. not now. i'm dealing with Gotterdammerung in here
posted by sxg at 22:37
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Oops.
Made the tortellini with my own loving paws.
Painted the bedroom.
Flicked the wrong switch.
Soz old chaps. We tried.....
am laughing hysterically
WHAT!?
NO CHEESE FROM CHEESE SHOP?
thank god for me and my naps.
dodged a bullet there...
Me thinks it's God's way of telling you you should be spending more time in the kitchen and less in bars.
Me thinks.
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