its best not to eat salad while you type
my keyboard is a bit oily now ... and my spelling has always been slippery. Come to think of it, almost all of my clothes have either bleach stains ... mopping ... or olive oil stains ... salads ... Yes I am quite clumsy in a sort of awkwardly graceful way. So says Mary, my friend Ruth's mum.
But that is not what I came here to tell you about. I am in demand. I am being treated by an object. I'm loving it ... though also a little awkward and embarassing. You see, in the last two outings to the pub I have won around $120 in liquor. Now people I trying to bribe me to join their pub quiz teams. My team won't let me go though. Even though its not as much fun as it used to be without them. I am being held against my will. Help me I am a quiz-slave!
But that is not what I came here to tell you about. I am in demand. I am being treated by an object. I'm loving it ... though also a little awkward and embarassing. You see, in the last two outings to the pub I have won around $120 in liquor. Now people I trying to bribe me to join their pub quiz teams. My team won't let me go though. Even though its not as much fun as it used to be without them. I am being held against my will. Help me I am a quiz-slave!
posted by Ludovic at 6:49 PM
1 Comments:
Ludo, how many times do I have to tell you not to eat with your fingers?! If you use a fork, you won't get as much oil on the keyboard.
When I visit you, can I be on your quiz team, please? Not sure when that will be, but it's not to early to ask for commitment, is it?
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