Man of Honour
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- 17 Feb 2003
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I've not seen my neighbours for awhile so I'm treating this as good news.. as no news is, as they say .. good.
However, yesterday I was moving some old furniture out of my son’s bedroom into the garage. Struggling to keep myself alive, my wife suggested, "Why don’t you ask Mr. X from next door to help"?
“Are you nuts", I replied. "I can manage".
A few moments later, one of those spooky “dodododododo” moments as the door bell rang. Ding Dong and there he was. I was standing upstairs on the landing. I tried to quickly move to hide behind the bed I was moving at the time but I froze in fright like a rabbit in incoming car headlights.
My wife let him in and he kissed her on the cheek. "Feel free", I muttered to myself".
"Paul, he said, the deepest voice ever.” Paul, I've **** up my PC."
"haha, that'll teach you for looking at dodgy sites haha”, again in a very nervous pathetic sort way.
“Yes Paul, I have”, stamping his authority all over me. “I’m not going to hide that I haven’t, but its gone all pear shaped and I have stuff on ebay”.
“Most likely body parts haha”, I whispered to my wife who elbowed me in the ribs.
“Yeah, sure pop it round some time this week”.
Two minutes later, he pops back with the unit so I now have his PC in my workshop.
“oh cripes, I have the mafia’s PC in my possession”, I cried. “I’m going to jail”
“What am I going to find? What if I bugger it up”.. #shakes#
“Let’s move house - PLEASE”?
I’m hysterical at this point.
My wife slapped me and said, stop being so pathetic and a girl. Hurry up so you can peel the spuds!”
However, yesterday I was moving some old furniture out of my son’s bedroom into the garage. Struggling to keep myself alive, my wife suggested, "Why don’t you ask Mr. X from next door to help"?
“Are you nuts", I replied. "I can manage".
A few moments later, one of those spooky “dodododododo” moments as the door bell rang. Ding Dong and there he was. I was standing upstairs on the landing. I tried to quickly move to hide behind the bed I was moving at the time but I froze in fright like a rabbit in incoming car headlights.
My wife let him in and he kissed her on the cheek. "Feel free", I muttered to myself".
"Paul, he said, the deepest voice ever.” Paul, I've **** up my PC."
"haha, that'll teach you for looking at dodgy sites haha”, again in a very nervous pathetic sort way.
“Yes Paul, I have”, stamping his authority all over me. “I’m not going to hide that I haven’t, but its gone all pear shaped and I have stuff on ebay”.
“Most likely body parts haha”, I whispered to my wife who elbowed me in the ribs.
“Yeah, sure pop it round some time this week”.
Two minutes later, he pops back with the unit so I now have his PC in my workshop.
“oh cripes, I have the mafia’s PC in my possession”, I cried. “I’m going to jail”
“What am I going to find? What if I bugger it up”.. #shakes#
“Let’s move house - PLEASE”?
I’m hysterical at this point.
My wife slapped me and said, stop being so pathetic and a girl. Hurry up so you can peel the spuds!”
Feel good does it LOL
