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Funny flatmate #5 – Canine interrogation

bellagerens — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:18:43 +0000

Flatmate: [watching Terminator 3] What’s phenobarbitol?

Bella: [paying no attention] It’s truth serum, isn’t it?

Flatmate: Why would a vet’s office have truth serum? To get information out of recalcitrant puppies? “You there: did you poop in the corner?“

Funny flatmate #4 – poo

bellagerens — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 22:07:25 +0000

The scene – bella and flatmate are discussing full-serve toilets, as featured in today’s Guardian.

Me: Those toilets don’t sound so bad, the way you describe them.

Flatmate: And you know what – the Japanese-style ones, they’re like Continental toilets in that there’s a little shelf for inspecting your output. It’s weird; there’s like this little Viking longship poo sitting there, and then you press the button, and whoosh, it sails out. I feel like I should salute as it goes past.

Me: [dies laughing]

Funny flatmate #3 – for Dennis

bellagerens — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:59:03 +0000

In all fun and affection, m’dear, via my flatmate:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8fbrUjjivw&hl=en&fs=1]

Funny flatmate #2 – sandwich heresy

bellagerens — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 22:39:05 +0000

I am fortunate enough to live with a flatmate who not only enjoys cooking, but does it well; and one of the innumerable pleasures of living with him is the fact that he is wont to make sausage sandwiches on occasion, most notably Saturday afternoons when I am ever so slightly hung over. He made sausage sandwiches recently using some rather lovely pieces of pork obtained at a butcher’s.

‘What do you want on your sandwich?’ he asked upon the completion of the grilling, extracting bread and butter from the cupboard.

‘Ah,’ said I; ‘I shall doctor my own.’ Two slices of bread I placed to one side of the plate; a small helping of brown sauce I placed to the other; the sausages I situated in the centre, next to my fork and knife.

‘What the hell is that? That’s not a sandwich. That’s heresy!’ exclaimed flatmate, staring at my plate in horror. ‘You’re supposed to put the sauce and the sausages between the slices of bread, not off to one side like that. You’re a sandwich Cathar, you are, with your bread and filling duality!’

And so it was decided that we are perfectly suited to be flatmates, not simply because our sillinesses match, but because we both know what Cathars were. How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such flatmates in’t!

Funny flatmate #1

bellagerens — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 23:15:14 +0000

The scene – bella and the flatmate are sitting together on the sofa, reading their RSS feeds.

Me: [confused by intricacies of the interwebs] How do I know… um…?

Flatmate: It’s in his kiss.