Something for the Weekend

September 12, 2005

Itchy itchy... by Tris

So I'm at home, watching the Ashes (damn you Shane Warne) and this black thing appears on my hand.

It's entirely possible that said black thing is a herb from my sandwich, so I went to dust it off and it jumped...onto my plate.

A flea.

A fucking flea.

On my plate, next to my sandwich.

So I squished the sucka with my stubby well-chewed nails, washed my hands (I'm a clean freak) and continued on with my lunch, somewhat puzzled by the flea considering this is the 21st Century and not the 18th.

Of course now, everything itches. Itchy hair, itchy face, itchy, itchy, there could be something there itchy.

Current blame (obviously) lies with Celeste, after all she does:

Comments

You're accusing your girlfriend of giving you fleas? YOu will never have sex again. Ever! Hahahahahaha *points and laughs*

Yup. That's certainly right Rad. Not sure how I gor blamed for the fleas considering we in PR are part of the the 'Beautiful People' whereas IT people are renowned as freaks....

You should at least get a meal out of this Celeste. Hey Tilesey, how's your elbows? *guffaws*

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