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- From: dom@castle.ed.ac.uk (Dominic A. Varley)
- Newsgroups: rec.humor
- Subject: Story...True(ish) and Gross(ish)
- Message-ID: <28490@castle.ed.ac.uk>
- Date: 21 Nov 92 09:25:29 GMT
- Organization: Edinburgh University
- Lines: 67
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- Hi all,
- this is gross but true, only to me would this happen!!
- Enjoy.
-
- Regards,
- dom.
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- So I wake up, typical, the one bloody day in the year that I get a lie-in
- and posty has decided to not just ring the door bell, but fall asleep
- against it. 8:05am I'm not in a good mood. Bad cold (flu), no sleep and the
- house is freezing. I stumble down stairs to the front door, realizing just
- in time that "the baby's arm is hanging out of the pram" well okay, less a
- baby's arm, more a horse's leg, but hey, who I'd better not boast too much,
- you lot only get jealous! The bastard grins at me, "sorry guv, wouldn't fit
- through the letterbox!" Before blushing I realize he meant the parcel in his
- hands.
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- Walking back up the stairs with the parcel which was "just" too big to fit
- through the letter box, I swear some bastard has planned the box size just
- so I would have to get out of bed! Is it for me? NO IT NEVER BLOODY IS -
- but do you think anyone else got out of bed to answer the door - do they
- ever??? NO, THE ANSWER IS NO, NON, NEIT. Anyway I'm walking back up the
- stairs and I'm thinking funny I don't remember it snowing in my room last
- night, now I've lived in some dives, but never, I say never, has it snowed
- in my room. Yet as I approach the old bedroom door the floor is definitely
- a shade of white? What happened to my trusty old puke pattern carpet (it
- used to be red, but you know how things happen when you drink a bit). No
- definitely white....white from all the tissues, and knee deep in snot,
- careful I might slip. Woa, no wonder I didn't get any sleep! I must have
- spent the whole night blowing my brains out of my nose onto what now has
- become my new carpet, through a process one would only like to describe as
- "soak and dry" - gross I know, but it happens! Anyway I go back to bed and
- .....wait for childrens BBC with....PHILLIPA FORRESTER....coooooorrrrr, what
- a woman! She's only on for a short time and somehow Anne Diamond doesn't
- have the same appeal, so it's off to the old video collection -well I can't
- possibly work today - I'm too ill, cough cough, you see !!! Now then Escape from
- Colditz, The Great Escape both seem appropriate movies, but hey hang on -
- what's this! FERRIS BEULERS DAY OFF -it *has* to be done!! The boy is my
- hero, his girlfriend stunning, though not as good as Phillipa. Anyway the
- movie ends around mid-day and I decide I ought to get out of bed, I get the
- chisel out of the tool bag, and a blow torch and set about separating the
- carpet from the kleenex, by the time I've finished I have a ball of tissue
- the size of a football...well I could leave it to fester in my dustbin for a
- couple of months, or I could join in the house spirit and leave them NEXT
- TO, NO NOT IN, the dustbin in the kitchen BECAUSE AS WE ALL KNOW YOU
- *DON'T* PUT ANYTHING IN THE BIN IN THE KITCHEN, YOU JUST PILE IT
- UP AGAINST THE SIDE, oh well I'm a humanitarian, well okay human, okay okay,
- don't get at me, I decided to put it down the toilet....it can join the wasp
- (N.B. previous story)
- then :-) snigger snigger. Down we go, flush, oh sh*t bad idea #1 (but still
- I've not gone to work today so I'm allowed one), the ball blocks the U-bend
- and the water rises perilously high to the top of the bowl and stays there!
- Damn Damn Damn, funny I never had this problem with that noisy bloody cat
- from next door, mind you I did chop him into small bits! So I think
- back...when was the toilet last cleaned..well it must have been reasonably
- clean when they made it... I put on the yellow gloves and go for a delve
- around the bend....I feel like James Heriot, well actually I feel like
- Phillipa Forrester, but there's that court injunction out against me....
- Then disaster strikes, the bloody glove isn't long enough and I've put my
- hand in *too* far down (hoping to hell I don't meet any "old friends") the
- water gushes over the top of the glove and down my arm...oh well I thought I
- needed a wash... The toilet clear, I dry my arm and return to bed - way way
- to strenous day to get up yet - What's this I feel a little peckish? Don't
- have enough energy to get out of bed so I bite my finger nails...what a
- strange taste.....somehow I'm reminded of the staff canteen...
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