Roast Idiot

[Shoe]

I may be roasting my idiot after he arrived back in the flat 5 minutes ago covered in mud. He somehow managed to fall on his way back from the shop and take out the downstairs neighbours fence in the process. I have to stop laughing before I can roast him properly though.

[cluefree]

Shoe! At least he's marinaded ready.

I will roast mine because of this: "Wow! These tiles look GREAT! Is this one half a mm lower than that one?"

[Kenickie]

@Shoe.

That is RUDE, Clue.

Mine needs a roast as 'I don't know' is not an adequate response when I need him to help me make a decision.

[sally maclennane]

Shoe! At least he's marinaded ready.

I will roast mine because of this: "Wow! These tiles look GREAT! Is this one half a mm lower than that one?"

Angle grind his face Cluefers

[smalex]

mine needs roasting for failing to get home at the time we arranged so I could get to a work meeting. I was late. 'I got home as soon as I could' is not an acceptable statement either.

[cluefree]

It's alright. I administered The Look and he started lovingly stroking it and telling me how clever I am. I told him i'd go back to work, buy myself a ferrari and zoom about in it while he pays someone to do the rest of the house.

[cluefree]

"It" being the hall floor, obvs.

That's crap, Smal.

[Starry]

IS IT DONE ?

Pics.

[Texaco Shirley]

Before and afters thread Starry

[Heebie Jeebie]

Mine keeps insisting that conversations didn't take place, whenever it doesn't suit him to remember. He'll not admit he's forgotten, just claims that we didn't talk about x, or I didn't tell him y. I've had enough, he's going in the oven.

[nineseven]

Mine needs a roast as 'I don't know' is not an adequate response when I need him to help me make a decision.

I thought we were responsible for all your decisions! :grump:

[Starry]

Before and afters thread Starry

Ta. I shall go check now.

[Kenickie]

at Nine. P's input is required when I don't have time to type out a dilemma. ;)

[Catfish]

We move house on Tuesday. He agreed to sort out mail redirection, he finally got around to looking at it yesterday. When he discovered again that you can't do it online and again today that the post office need id to set it up or we'd all have our mail defrauded. We went through all this in April when we last moved house so you'd think he'd remember, and when I said about digging out id he told me not to worry about that.

[Pippedydeadeye]

Mine smoked the kitchen out grilling burgers earlier. The house stinks. So cleverly he decides to put the oven on to a cleaning cycle, which basically incinerates everything inside it, so now it smells a billion times worse and we can hardly leave a window open.

[Hamm]

I broiled mine for trying to supervise how large and what shapes the vegetables should be. Rowena looked like she wanted to stab him. Fuck off, useless.

[Turtle Bean]

Mine might get popped in the oven for assuming I am his sous-chef.

[cluefree]

I was offered a gin and tonic half an hour ago. Where the fuck is it?

[Figaro]

Mine might get popped in the oven for assuming I am his sous-chef.

I know the feeling. Why do I have to do all the chopping/grating/zesting/crushing? That's not the fun bit. :grump:

[Lola]

You don't have to. Just say no