Living Room Ramblings

Ok, so it's late, me and one house mate are still working on bits and bobs and we're both tired. The topic of conversation has digressed slightly.

The main question of the evening is: What's worse, a wobbly lasagna belly in a bin (to understand this you need to have seen Embarrassing Fat Bodies last night on Channel 4), or someone coming into the room with a smear of poo under their nose and what would you do?

This question seems to perfectly sum up the mental state of the house right now and has been brought on through a combination of sleep deprivation, work tedium, and complete lack of intelligent conversation that we've now hit this completely stupid level of conversation. Hysteria has very much set in.

Questions like this aren't too unusual in our house when we're all mooching around in the living room. Past rambling topics have included what would penis's sound like if they could talk? Who could do the best impression of a Jesus lizard? And The Big Bee Drill - how to evacuate the house if a very large bumble bee enters it.

So the question this evening mutated a couple of times, until we finally came out with the conclusion that two of the house mates would rather eat poo than a portion of cooked wobbly lasagna belly from a bin, and I wouldn't eat a four inch piece of shit for anything...not even for £100,000.

On that note I think it's time to tear my eyes away from the laptop screen and go to bed.

Night all!

RoseC -x-