uugh..Im bored...nothing to do, nobody to play with![]()
I'm working on slowly killing myself.
Smoke alarms annoy the piss out of me. I'd rather burn in my bed than put up with them going off every ****ing time I make toast.
But it's not being burnt in the first place. The smell of cooking food sets the ****ing things off, I'm sure of it. I've started to throw a football at them to turn them off, and hopefully knock them down.
You're lucky you aren't there when I bend over to take the stuff out of the oven.
I am strangely arroused by your naked cooking talk Hellfish