It is absolutely essential, when mother, father, and brother descend on the house for a half-a-week sojourn, to have fresh cheese drying on one of the beds, beer fermenting next to the fruit bowl, and so much hair growing on your face that you will not be able to see in the mirror that the amount of hair growing on your face is a little bit too much hair on your face for you to be able to see the look on your mother's face when she sees how much hair is growing on your face. It'll probably be an impressed look, but you still won't be able to see.
It is also highly desirable to have hair growing on the cheese, fresh fruit in the fruit bowl, and beer spontaneously fermenting from your face, but just because you have everything everywhere doesn't mean you can have anything anywhere.
This is the word of the Tim.
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3 comments:
Good Sir,
I have a similar problem with a certain mother of mine visiting - a mother who is severely antithetical all things hirsutical, beer fermentological, and cheesian...this demands from me actions most immediatical and robustly proactive in the hiding, scrubbing, and trimming department. I solved the follicular problem by choosing to wear a brown paper bag for the time of her whole stay at my abode (claiming to have an infectious skin disease.) All my fermenting equipment and steaming chunks of livid cheese shall be hidden in a double locked shed. Just thought I'd share with you this story.
Yours hirsuticaly with a dash of joy de vivre,
Mr Pliart Shanks
my finger is stuck up my nose again"RALPH WIGGAM"
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