Life for sale. Circa 1983. Slighly worn. Wrapping included.
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It has been a long day today. I got up at 6:50, got to the office just after 8:30, worked my arse off till about 14:00 when I called it a day and came home, only to find my dear sweet pussy has deposited the inners of his stomach on my floor. I clear it up and foolishly fire up my machine before grabbing a bite to eat. I am greeted with an inbox that took two hours to sort through. Done - 5:30. No problem, I can still grab a bite to eat, so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. And then the telepone rings... that lasted almost two hours. Then - oh yes, it gets better - I find the bloody cat has very politely picked the chicken out of my salad and then vomited on the floor again. Now I get to eat a lettuce and cheese salad, with the strong smell of "peach wildflowers" to try to drown out the smell of sick. And as a final straw, I have just had a man knock on my door at ten o'clock at night asking me if I want my drive re-tarmacked. Tarmacked at ten in the f**king evening!!! What's next, Jehova's Witnesses asking the way to rightousnous? Or maybe the easter bunny wanting to borrow some sugar... He wont be calling me "mate" again, that's for sure, as as for the cat--I'm having it castrated in the morning. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
David Wulff wrote: only to find my dear sweet pussy I thought at first reading that you meant your female partner :omg: --Mike-- Best score on the mini-putt game: 26 My really out-of-date homepage Sonork - 100.10414 AcidHelm Big fan of Alyson Hannigan and Jamie Salé.
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It has been a long day today. I got up at 6:50, got to the office just after 8:30, worked my arse off till about 14:00 when I called it a day and came home, only to find my dear sweet pussy has deposited the inners of his stomach on my floor. I clear it up and foolishly fire up my machine before grabbing a bite to eat. I am greeted with an inbox that took two hours to sort through. Done - 5:30. No problem, I can still grab a bite to eat, so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. And then the telepone rings... that lasted almost two hours. Then - oh yes, it gets better - I find the bloody cat has very politely picked the chicken out of my salad and then vomited on the floor again. Now I get to eat a lettuce and cheese salad, with the strong smell of "peach wildflowers" to try to drown out the smell of sick. And as a final straw, I have just had a man knock on my door at ten o'clock at night asking me if I want my drive re-tarmacked. Tarmacked at ten in the f**king evening!!! What's next, Jehova's Witnesses asking the way to rightousnous? Or maybe the easter bunny wanting to borrow some sugar... He wont be calling me "mate" again, that's for sure, as as for the cat--I'm having it castrated in the morning. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
The way I see it, it's your cat causing all this trouble. Just shoot it dead or gift it to someone you don't like very much... Nish The lady in red is dancing with me Cheek to cheek There's nobody here It's just you and me It's where I wanna be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I'll never forget the way you look tonight
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The way I see it, it's your cat causing all this trouble. Just shoot it dead or gift it to someone you don't like very much... Nish The lady in red is dancing with me Cheek to cheek There's nobody here It's just you and me It's where I wanna be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I'll never forget the way you look tonight
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It has been a long day today. I got up at 6:50, got to the office just after 8:30, worked my arse off till about 14:00 when I called it a day and came home, only to find my dear sweet pussy has deposited the inners of his stomach on my floor. I clear it up and foolishly fire up my machine before grabbing a bite to eat. I am greeted with an inbox that took two hours to sort through. Done - 5:30. No problem, I can still grab a bite to eat, so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. And then the telepone rings... that lasted almost two hours. Then - oh yes, it gets better - I find the bloody cat has very politely picked the chicken out of my salad and then vomited on the floor again. Now I get to eat a lettuce and cheese salad, with the strong smell of "peach wildflowers" to try to drown out the smell of sick. And as a final straw, I have just had a man knock on my door at ten o'clock at night asking me if I want my drive re-tarmacked. Tarmacked at ten in the f**king evening!!! What's next, Jehova's Witnesses asking the way to rightousnous? Or maybe the easter bunny wanting to borrow some sugar... He wont be calling me "mate" again, that's for sure, as as for the cat--I'm having it castrated in the morning. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
Maybe you just need one of these "There's a slew of slip 'twixt cup and lip"
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Maybe you just need one of these "There's a slew of slip 'twixt cup and lip"
Lol - I love it! ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
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The way I see it, it's your cat causing all this trouble. Just shoot it dead or gift it to someone you don't like very much... Nish The lady in red is dancing with me Cheek to cheek There's nobody here It's just you and me It's where I wanna be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I'll never forget the way you look tonight
Noooooo - that is horrible! How could you and John think like that! I love my sweet pussy and wouldn't change him for the world. I can't tell you how many people look at me funnily when I tell them that... :rolleyes: ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
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David Wulff wrote: only to find my dear sweet pussy I thought at first reading that you meant your female partner :omg: --Mike-- Best score on the mini-putt game: 26 My really out-of-date homepage Sonork - 100.10414 AcidHelm Big fan of Alyson Hannigan and Jamie Salé.
Michael Dunn wrote: I thought at first reading that you meant your female partner Me too... I'm relieved that I'm not the only dirty minded CPian. Crivo Automated Credit Assessment
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Noooooo - that is horrible! How could you and John think like that! I love my sweet pussy and wouldn't change him for the world. I can't tell you how many people look at me funnily when I tell them that... :rolleyes: ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
Tarmac the cat. I find that greatly reduces the vomiting and shedding.
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It has been a long day today. I got up at 6:50, got to the office just after 8:30, worked my arse off till about 14:00 when I called it a day and came home, only to find my dear sweet pussy has deposited the inners of his stomach on my floor. I clear it up and foolishly fire up my machine before grabbing a bite to eat. I am greeted with an inbox that took two hours to sort through. Done - 5:30. No problem, I can still grab a bite to eat, so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. And then the telepone rings... that lasted almost two hours. Then - oh yes, it gets better - I find the bloody cat has very politely picked the chicken out of my salad and then vomited on the floor again. Now I get to eat a lettuce and cheese salad, with the strong smell of "peach wildflowers" to try to drown out the smell of sick. And as a final straw, I have just had a man knock on my door at ten o'clock at night asking me if I want my drive re-tarmacked. Tarmacked at ten in the f**king evening!!! What's next, Jehova's Witnesses asking the way to rightousnous? Or maybe the easter bunny wanting to borrow some sugar... He wont be calling me "mate" again, that's for sure, as as for the cat--I'm having it castrated in the morning. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
David Wulff wrote: worked my arse off till about 14:00 You worked till bloody two in the afternoon? What a sodding cheek! I get into work every day at 7am and leave at 8pm if I am lucky. You lazy sodding Brit. No wonder you poms love hiring us South Africans, we work a damned sight harder... *carries on insulting for awhile* And as for your bloody cat, well you deserve sick on the carpet if you live with the bleeding thing. No right to be called a "pet", the things OWN YOU. Now get a dog like everybody else and you can give it a good thump if it even looks like it is going to be sick. Take some lessons from the movie Snatch. IF it complains, give it a squeezy toy and have a laugh at it. As for mr Tarmack, give him your flipping cat, that will teach him! David Wulff wrote: so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. Only bloody pansies have different coloured lettuce mate. Jeesh, you gonna tell us you dresss up your cat next! *carries on for awhile* *takes a deep breath and relaxes* Ahh, there we are, much better. Hope your next day goes better than yesterday. Thanks David! :-D regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass Cape Town, South Africa "The greatest thing you will ever learn is to love, and be loved in return" - Moulin Rouge Sonork ID: 100.9903 Stormfront
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David Wulff wrote: worked my arse off till about 14:00 You worked till bloody two in the afternoon? What a sodding cheek! I get into work every day at 7am and leave at 8pm if I am lucky. You lazy sodding Brit. No wonder you poms love hiring us South Africans, we work a damned sight harder... *carries on insulting for awhile* And as for your bloody cat, well you deserve sick on the carpet if you live with the bleeding thing. No right to be called a "pet", the things OWN YOU. Now get a dog like everybody else and you can give it a good thump if it even looks like it is going to be sick. Take some lessons from the movie Snatch. IF it complains, give it a squeezy toy and have a laugh at it. As for mr Tarmack, give him your flipping cat, that will teach him! David Wulff wrote: so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. Only bloody pansies have different coloured lettuce mate. Jeesh, you gonna tell us you dresss up your cat next! *carries on for awhile* *takes a deep breath and relaxes* Ahh, there we are, much better. Hope your next day goes better than yesterday. Thanks David! :-D regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass Cape Town, South Africa "The greatest thing you will ever learn is to love, and be loved in return" - Moulin Rouge Sonork ID: 100.9903 Stormfront
Paul Watson wrote: Only bloody pansies have different coloured lettuce mate. I suspect he bought it in a bag at the supermarket. It's usually all that's left when I go. I've forgotten what a good crisp ice-berg lettuce tastes like. Michael :-)
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Paul Watson wrote: Only bloody pansies have different coloured lettuce mate. I suspect he bought it in a bag at the supermarket. It's usually all that's left when I go. I've forgotten what a good crisp ice-berg lettuce tastes like. Michael :-)
Michael P Butler wrote: suspect he bought it in a bag at the supermarket. It's usually all that's left when I go I was just taking the piss. I actually buy that cool multi cultural lettuce a lot myself. The red bits are the best. Though I found Sainsburies have it much better than Tescos. In SA we get good stuff though. Michael P Butler wrote: I've forgotten what a good crisp ice-berg lettuce tastes like. Nothing beats nice fresh green lettuce on a burger. That pansy stuff is not good on burgers. As I said, I was taking the piss over David, just trying some tough love and venting a bit... ASP.NET is giving me some problems today!!! regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass Cape Town, South Africa "The greatest thing you will ever learn is to love, and be loved in return" - Moulin Rouge Sonork ID: 100.9903 Stormfront
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David Wulff wrote: worked my arse off till about 14:00 You worked till bloody two in the afternoon? What a sodding cheek! I get into work every day at 7am and leave at 8pm if I am lucky. You lazy sodding Brit. No wonder you poms love hiring us South Africans, we work a damned sight harder... *carries on insulting for awhile* And as for your bloody cat, well you deserve sick on the carpet if you live with the bleeding thing. No right to be called a "pet", the things OWN YOU. Now get a dog like everybody else and you can give it a good thump if it even looks like it is going to be sick. Take some lessons from the movie Snatch. IF it complains, give it a squeezy toy and have a laugh at it. As for mr Tarmack, give him your flipping cat, that will teach him! David Wulff wrote: so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. Only bloody pansies have different coloured lettuce mate. Jeesh, you gonna tell us you dresss up your cat next! *carries on for awhile* *takes a deep breath and relaxes* Ahh, there we are, much better. Hope your next day goes better than yesterday. Thanks David! :-D regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass Cape Town, South Africa "The greatest thing you will ever learn is to love, and be loved in return" - Moulin Rouge Sonork ID: 100.9903 Stormfront
Paul Watson wrote: You worked till bloody two in the afternoon? What a sodding cheek! You send me some work, and I might stay in till 5, but after that I don't give a f**k how much you are willing to pay me -- I need food and television. Actually, I work till 11 am most days, 2 pm is late for me. Paul Watson wrote: Now get a dog like everybody else and you can give it a good thump if it even looks like it is going to be sick. I had a dog up until last year (she lived to 18 human years old!), but she was a Golden Retriever and thus it not suitable for lap-stroking due to her size. Paul Watson wrote: Only bloody pansies have different coloured lettuce mate. Pansies? God no. I prefer Petunias myself, they have a much fuller colour. Paul Watson wrote: Jeesh, you gonna tell us you dresss up your cat next! I really wish I had a scanner right now... I have a photo of my at about five years old with my older deader pussy dressed up like a doll and sleeping in a tiny red dolls pram. :eek: I still have the pram - it is in the utility room catching the water from the leaky roof. Paul Watson wrote: Ahh, there we are, much better. Hope your next day goes better than yesterday. So do I, or at least that is what I keep telling myself tomorrow. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
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It has been a long day today. I got up at 6:50, got to the office just after 8:30, worked my arse off till about 14:00 when I called it a day and came home, only to find my dear sweet pussy has deposited the inners of his stomach on my floor. I clear it up and foolishly fire up my machine before grabbing a bite to eat. I am greeted with an inbox that took two hours to sort through. Done - 5:30. No problem, I can still grab a bite to eat, so I make a lovely salad with dressing and all those different coloured lettuces. And then the telepone rings... that lasted almost two hours. Then - oh yes, it gets better - I find the bloody cat has very politely picked the chicken out of my salad and then vomited on the floor again. Now I get to eat a lettuce and cheese salad, with the strong smell of "peach wildflowers" to try to drown out the smell of sick. And as a final straw, I have just had a man knock on my door at ten o'clock at night asking me if I want my drive re-tarmacked. Tarmacked at ten in the f**king evening!!! What's next, Jehova's Witnesses asking the way to rightousnous? Or maybe the easter bunny wanting to borrow some sugar... He wont be calling me "mate" again, that's for sure, as as for the cat--I'm having it castrated in the morning. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
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Maybe you just need one of these "There's a slew of slip 'twixt cup and lip"
I just had to re-reply and tell you I am still looking at that picture daily and I am still laughing my arse off every time. I must have copied of it on every noticeboard at the office and at home! :-D ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
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peterchen wrote: castrating won't help against vomiting and foraging. trust me. It wasn't supposed to be - I just wanted to see his face when the vetinarian closed the wire cutters... "snip". "yeeeooooooooooowww". :-D It's a shame that the little furball was castrated shortly after we got him, but I can still take comfort in the pain. Only joking - I love the little bastard really. ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
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I just had to re-reply and tell you I am still looking at that picture daily and I am still laughing my arse off every time. I must have copied of it on every noticeboard at the office and at home! :-D ________________ David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk Sonork ID: 100.9977 Dave …
Glad you enjoyed it. We got a big kick out of it. My son first saw a print out of it at a boy scout meeting and could not quit lauging at it. He took it to school and now all of his friends have it. My wife took a copy to work, but her boss turns out to be an anal cat lover type and was offended by it, which is unfortunate considering that we are currently living off of her salary (don't want to make the boss angry or I'll have to go back to work! X| ). "There's a slew of slip 'twixt cup and lip"