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Post rant status report and very rude anecdote
Friday, 11 June 2004 01:15Thanks for all the chocolate, hugs, painkilling tips and sexy men. If all that couldn't make me feel immensely better, nothing would.
I love my Friends *hugs you lot*
For the record: I now have a temporary filling and the pain is much reduced; tonight it took me only three minutes to cover the three-quarters-of-a-mile part of the journey home that took me an hour to do last night; and Keanu-lookalike-team-leader (I should just type KLTL and save the wear and tear on my keyboard, you probably all know who I'd be on about by now) bought us cream cakes for our mini-team meeting, bless him, and we sat outside in the courtyard in the sun to discuss our work request priority lists :D
On to rude anecdote, as told to me tonight by my youngest daughter's reception class teacher(!). Tis absolutely true (she happened to be in the shop at the time).
Her brother owns the fish & game shop (game as in venison and pheasant sort of stuff) in the village. It has a very good reputation and quite a few of his customers are from the 'county' set and are fairly aristocratic and very posh. It was around christmas and the shop was packed when in stalked this very upper-class lady who strode up to the counter and boomed, very loudly:
"Ah David, do you have a well-hung cock?"
*entire shopful of dropped jaws and stifled snerks, teacher has to run outside with hands over her mouth to avoid cracking up completely while said brother stammers something about yes, they do have some nice poultry*
It obviously made a deep impression on him, as he now hangs pheasants, rabbits, whatever, on display in the shop, but has never been able to bring himself to hang up a cockerel since.
I love my Friends *hugs you lot*
For the record: I now have a temporary filling and the pain is much reduced; tonight it took me only three minutes to cover the three-quarters-of-a-mile part of the journey home that took me an hour to do last night; and Keanu-lookalike-team-leader (I should just type KLTL and save the wear and tear on my keyboard, you probably all know who I'd be on about by now) bought us cream cakes for our mini-team meeting, bless him, and we sat outside in the courtyard in the sun to discuss our work request priority lists :D
On to rude anecdote, as told to me tonight by my youngest daughter's reception class teacher(!). Tis absolutely true (she happened to be in the shop at the time).
Her brother owns the fish & game shop (game as in venison and pheasant sort of stuff) in the village. It has a very good reputation and quite a few of his customers are from the 'county' set and are fairly aristocratic and very posh. It was around christmas and the shop was packed when in stalked this very upper-class lady who strode up to the counter and boomed, very loudly:
"Ah David, do you have a well-hung cock?"
*entire shopful of dropped jaws and stifled snerks, teacher has to run outside with hands over her mouth to avoid cracking up completely while said brother stammers something about yes, they do have some nice poultry*
It obviously made a deep impression on him, as he now hangs pheasants, rabbits, whatever, on display in the shop, but has never been able to bring himself to hang up a cockerel since.
