Grannies Birthday!
Grannies Birthday!
I can't be the only one to have had this before. The missus tells you everyone is going out for a pub lunch to celebrate grannies 100th birthday and when you arrive, their is a tastey fruity in the corner with something hot going for it but you know granny will be 101 by the time you have done it, what do you do? Do you leave the whole family for hours hearing distant voices saying "where is Stevie" and thinking "fuck off, Stevie is on the fruity making money and if anyone comes over suggesting I am rude I will put their head through it", or do you just leave it? I do the first one
how about a greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray.
When I was younger, I would have done the first one. In fact on nights out with non-fruit friends this scenario often caused rows. Now I am older and wiser (and financially secure), i'd leave the fruit machine alone. I realised that if I wanted to have anything resembling a normal social life, i'd have to have defined occasions when I wouldn't play machines.
The family situation depends on how much you like your family I suppose. But as I age, I find that the annoying saying of "respect your elders" that my parents used to berate me with has more relevance.
The family situation depends on how much you like your family I suppose. But as I age, I find that the annoying saying of "respect your elders" that my parents used to berate me with has more relevance.
"If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?"
If you ever came across my elders you would drop that saying in a heart beat!!blackmogu wrote:The family situation depends on how much you like your family I suppose. But as I age, I find that the annoying saying of "respect your elders" that my parents used to berate me with has more relevance.
how about a greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray.
