Friday

bathroom banter.

without having a PA yet, i'm still required to do such tasks as cleaning the bathroom....i was attacking the tiles when a note fell out my dressing gown (i've taken it to wearing it all day, withnail and i style). the note said
'good luck! ' in undistinguishable handwriting. now, i can't really remember the last time i washed the dressing gown, yum, so i don't know when or when this note is from. so i've come to the conclusion that the shower now communicates to me via these paper tendancies, and was being sarcastic about the level of filth clinging to the suite. SO U CAN CLEAN YOURSELF FROM NOW ON, WITTY BASTARD. X

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