I Read The Guardian So You Don't Have To #1
From the readers' problems page of the Weekend magazine:
"We've just returned from Marrakech with a lovely red leather pouffe. Unfortunately, a strong camel smell emanates from it. How can we get rid of it?"
No comment need be made on my part.
"We've just returned from Marrakech with a lovely red leather pouffe. Unfortunately, a strong camel smell emanates from it. How can we get rid of it?"
No comment need be made on my part.
posted by Tired Dad at
10:43 pm
15 Comments:
I hate it when a camel sits on my pouffe.
I also hate it when there's no pussy to eat.
The camel wasn't housebroken then, I take it?
ebay
You could always chuck it out the window, but then it might get the hump...
*folds arms, sits back* cannot think of a single thing to say after that story.
Ali x
Alison: You've diplayed the only sane reaction to the sort of nonsense that occasionally crops up within the publication in question.
I'm a sad twat who spent the best part of the day reading your blog from start to date - thank you for giving me some hearty, belly sourced laughs. One questions though: Is Scaryduck a] wishing you bedroom success, b] offering misspelt fashion advice or c] asking you, in Northernese, to leave the room?
Hello. Thanks I suppose. And it was the latter.
I am gay!
They could always give it to me - after the cats have finished with it, it wont smell of camel ...
Debs: You've lost me.
Oh and btw. It's ALWAYS
should have
NOT
should of.
Present perfect tense.
Kay?
Anon whoever you are. You're quite right. And again I can't be arsed to correct it. But thanks.
I will be honoured if I am approved.
Approval? Get a life!...Preferably not mine I quite like it lately.
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