My mind's full of visions but there's room in my bed....
Right! I've done the washing up and load II (the revenge) of laundry is in't machine.
I decided to wash up cos my good friend Potty Mouth phoned up and I like to multi task (as I have said earlier). In fact:
Proof Men Can Multitask - 5
This afternoon I did the dishes whilst conversing at length on the phone. I did smash a glass, but that's not the point. I also ended up with a sore neck.
Anyhoo, old Pots used to work with me in Leadenhall Street in the department named after a character in Cheers. He's a posh sounding bloke who is actually a trained cellist but ended up in corporate hell. Since then he did a stint in the corporate monolith but moved on three times and now earns a fair chunk. Not bad for a lazy waster.
His favourite story of us, is me and him sat in a pub in the City. We're sitting in a pub opposite each other. (and I must say at this point that his moniker is because he is the master of being non-PC. To be fair, I dabble a bit but he is like at 1970's northen comic with added sewage). We've been chatting for a while and I looked him up and down and said "You know, I look at me and I look at you......and I am SO much better than you".
He still laughs aboot it today. Some people like my crueller humour. One day I'll discuss another good friend Mank........
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes! He's been a bit depressed recently so he gets a doctors appointment last week. He's sitting in the waiting room and he suddenly thinks 'Shit! What am I going to tell him? I haven't thought this through'. So he starts making up the story.
He goes in and it goes a bit like this:
Doctor: "So Mr Mouth, how can I help you?"
Potty Mouth: "I've been suffering from depression since November"
Doctor: "How does this manifest itself?"
Potty Mouth: [and this is where he starts making it up, really he's just been feeling a bit down] "Well......I have suicidal thoughts and I've been looking up suicide on the internet. Also I've been having obsessive thoughts about things like losing my hair"
Anyhoo, the doctor is looking a bit worried and refers him to a Psychiatrist (whom Pottster will not see as he realises he's overdone it)
Potty Mouth "I have a little lump on my leg too.........."
The man is a misguided genius. I gave him the old Trunks pep talk. he needs a woman really and therein lies the problem. I did remind him that the only time we went out looking for lasses we met two danish eskimos and that cheered him up.
All the time he was heavy breathing whilst talking to me. He assured me it was because he was on an excercise bike.
I decided to wash up cos my good friend Potty Mouth phoned up and I like to multi task (as I have said earlier). In fact:
Proof Men Can Multitask - 5
This afternoon I did the dishes whilst conversing at length on the phone. I did smash a glass, but that's not the point. I also ended up with a sore neck.
Anyhoo, old Pots used to work with me in Leadenhall Street in the department named after a character in Cheers. He's a posh sounding bloke who is actually a trained cellist but ended up in corporate hell. Since then he did a stint in the corporate monolith but moved on three times and now earns a fair chunk. Not bad for a lazy waster.
His favourite story of us, is me and him sat in a pub in the City. We're sitting in a pub opposite each other. (and I must say at this point that his moniker is because he is the master of being non-PC. To be fair, I dabble a bit but he is like at 1970's northen comic with added sewage). We've been chatting for a while and I looked him up and down and said "You know, I look at me and I look at you......and I am SO much better than you".
He still laughs aboot it today. Some people like my crueller humour. One day I'll discuss another good friend Mank........
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes! He's been a bit depressed recently so he gets a doctors appointment last week. He's sitting in the waiting room and he suddenly thinks 'Shit! What am I going to tell him? I haven't thought this through'. So he starts making up the story.
He goes in and it goes a bit like this:
Doctor: "So Mr Mouth, how can I help you?"
Potty Mouth: "I've been suffering from depression since November"
Doctor: "How does this manifest itself?"
Potty Mouth: [and this is where he starts making it up, really he's just been feeling a bit down] "Well......I have suicidal thoughts and I've been looking up suicide on the internet. Also I've been having obsessive thoughts about things like losing my hair"
Anyhoo, the doctor is looking a bit worried and refers him to a Psychiatrist (whom Pottster will not see as he realises he's overdone it)
Potty Mouth "I have a little lump on my leg too.........."
The man is a misguided genius. I gave him the old Trunks pep talk. he needs a woman really and therein lies the problem. I did remind him that the only time we went out looking for lasses we met two danish eskimos and that cheered him up.
All the time he was heavy breathing whilst talking to me. He assured me it was because he was on an excercise bike.
Labels: multitasking
posted by Spunky Trunks at 1:17 PM
8 Comments:
I've been having a spell of bad luck with dropping things in the past few days, broke a window thurs, a plate fri., a cooking hting sat. and (so far...it's only 11:30 am) nothing today.
You dropped a window????
Don't worry man. Bad things come in threes.
I'm intrigued Stig, how did you break a window?!
Oh, and well done on the multi tasking front Spunky! x
Of course men can muti-task...ever watched a porno DVD? Remote in one hand, wanking with the other?
How much more multi-tasking do you want? ;-)
Why would I need the remote?
I attempted too throw a snowball over the garge roof (I had bee all afternoon) but this time my foot slipped so hthe shot went too low, hitting the window.
Yeah fatalist why would you need the remote in one hand...is it so you can slow mo it or something?
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