This is what it said on Mr S’ (who wishes to remain anonymous) HANDMADE certificate, posted on his door when he got home the other night. Apparently, he had earnt this from his house mate for washing the baked been tin (apperently had a cool label on it or something), but not the dishes. His housemate is not a girl. Who’d have thought boys could be so catty.
And thank goodness the days of shared house living are long gone!! Upon reflection of domestic life these days, perhaps not…. Sometimes living with a partner can be worse- no need for covert cues, even direct cueing doesn’t work sometimes. And what happens when that doesn’t work? Well, lets say arsenic in the tea may not be the most subtle means of fixing the situation, but it does deffinately seem appealing at times…..
Has anyone read ’he died with a felafal in his hands’? i read this book after a horrible experience of living in a share house with randoms- it was very comforting and hilarious. i would definately recomend, for anyone who has had joyous experience of share house living while at uni!!
Recent dying pics and our stall at the x-mas in july markets
Have you seen this?
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/
Full of hilarious notes to housemates. Hilarious.
Wow, those colours are just gorgeous. Far too nice to cut up….lol.
I love those colours!
I saw He Died With A Felafel In His Hand on DVD not too long ago. I loved it (except my DVD player was playing up at the time so a lot of it had no sound) and could definitely relate.
Oh lovely pic! Hehe about the story, and I must read that book! =)