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Mon 2nd Jul 2001, 12:33 link |
| We finally met one of our neighbours on Saturday night - one of the Ally McBeal clones who live across the road from us. She, with the help of the mad but nice old hippy who lives next door to her, was trying to track down some Imodium as she was feeling a little "unwell" but had a big night out planned (presumably a Vonda Sheppard gig). We were desperate to shout across the road to her: "no, we don't have any, sorry. We can keep control of our bowels" but we restrained ourselves (which was more than she could probably do..). As a sweet closer to this story, we noticed a sudden washing of bed sheets on Sunday... hahahaha.
I don't know what it is but there is something so amusing about up-themselves binty blondes getting diarrhoea and then having a code brown situation. No, wait a second, I DO know why it is so funny. |
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