"A welcome change from our usual diet of bread and things that fit between bread." - this is easily the most succinctly accurate description of the 20-something experience I've ever seen.
It's perfectly natural that a man can be a moley guy and a bearlike fella at the same time. Maybe also other critters besides.
That he can be your drinking buddy and your surrogate dad, a source of shame and a source of ready cash, is all very normal. I'm not detecting anything in the least bit sad and shameful on the way.
it’s quite a read. I had a flat mate called Dave who could never leave the dirty pans alone in the sink. With specks of fried egg in his beard and a plastic bag around his wrist, he was always destined for greatness.
I get it. I’m at times so non confrontational with people (especially those I don’t know) that I could see myself falling into this situation (especially in my 20s). Mine would read more like a Stephen king horror story going on in my mind though and anxiety would ratchet up with regards to this stranger…
“Exactly how a pensive rancher might when instilling some hard-learned life lessons.” LoL there is truth in this visual. Adding “son” is true wisdom! Right?!
Actually I guess turnips carry a certain wisdom about them, there kind of gnarled and aged, like bark of a majestic oak. But then again there still a fucking turnip. That’s probably my degree of wisdom
Given a turnip seemingly isn’t much in the surface but once harvested the depth is revealed and therefore it could be argued the wisdom of a turnip is indeed a good thing.
I will spend the day calling my dog, son after each sentence in my best American attempted Brit accent. Lol
"A welcome change from our usual diet of bread and things that fit between bread." - this is easily the most succinctly accurate description of the 20-something experience I've ever seen.
thank you! Those were the days, weren't they. They were days, at the very least
Came here to say the same! Brilliant.
Thanks Alyson! After spending my student loan in a week, I ate nothing but a fried egg sandwiches twice daily for months
Can't wait for part 2. Well, I guess I will have to wait, won't I. What a silly phrase that is. Damned fine writing, son...
Haha thanks a bunch, pops!
Any writer who uses "ursine" in a sentence and cross-references Paddington without his marmalade is doing something right. Nice!
Haha thanks Amanda! That’s great to hear as I was on the fence about removing it
It's perfectly natural that a man can be a moley guy and a bearlike fella at the same time. Maybe also other critters besides.
That he can be your drinking buddy and your surrogate dad, a source of shame and a source of ready cash, is all very normal. I'm not detecting anything in the least bit sad and shameful on the way.
haha thanks man, that is great news. I had images of people scoffhing "What is he a bear or a fucking mole? make your mind up, y'unimaginative cunt"
haha yeah, that was the thing, it was always right on the threshold off acceptability.
🤣 Love this! “A welcome change from our usual diet of bread and things that fit between bread.” I see I’m not the only one who loved this line. 🤩
Thanking you Elaine!
it’s quite a read. I had a flat mate called Dave who could never leave the dirty pans alone in the sink. With specks of fried egg in his beard and a plastic bag around his wrist, he was always destined for greatness.
This is incredible. Also is it a British thing to just say nothing about this random person showing up and not kicking him out?
haha we were easy-going well past the point of naive
I get it. I’m at times so non confrontational with people (especially those I don’t know) that I could see myself falling into this situation (especially in my 20s). Mine would read more like a Stephen king horror story going on in my mind though and anxiety would ratchet up with regards to this stranger…
Very entertaining and intriguing, and I'm looking forward to Part 2 :)
I can’t fucking believe it 😂
Hilarious
“Exactly how a pensive rancher might when instilling some hard-learned life lessons.” LoL there is truth in this visual. Adding “son” is true wisdom! Right?!
Haha it definitely is. As a smug, smarmy Brit, I’ll never be able to pull it off. Actually I’ve seen it done with a biological son.
Actually I guess turnips carry a certain wisdom about them, there kind of gnarled and aged, like bark of a majestic oak. But then again there still a fucking turnip. That’s probably my degree of wisdom
Given a turnip seemingly isn’t much in the surface but once harvested the depth is revealed and therefore it could be argued the wisdom of a turnip is indeed a good thing.
I will spend the day calling my dog, son after each sentence in my best American attempted Brit accent. Lol
Haha ‘given a turnip’ is my favourite start to a sentence. Haha I fear I’m just a surface level turnip. That sounds like a fine way to spend a day!
I have all the wisdom of a turnip
Love the British humour and vocab of these posts and cannot wait to see where part two goes...
Thanks man! Oh it gets weird. Weird enough that the story rarely work when I tell people, because it doesn't seem real
I very much look forward to next week then, bring it on!
Ah I wanted to post you next week’s foreboding cover art but can’t here!
no worries... will have to wait to find out!
Anxiously waiting for Part II.
haha your anxiety is well warranted