Poor Frobisher , press ganged into helping Mr C demolish a shed and do some gardening.
I helped Mr C do his garden........once
I thought ok its Mr C's garden , he is very particular (some would say anally retentive) , so I will for once play second fiddle and just do as I am told.
Oh My God , Sadam Hussien with burning piles or what..... barked orders , humiliation , withering sarcasm , vile insults and thats before we got started .It was like working on a chain gang.I staggered off at sundown , dragging my broken body towards my car ,starved , dehydrated , a final dreadful appraisal of my shortcomings ringing in my ears and the seat torn out of my trousers.
Poor Frobisher is probably sobbing and twitching in a corner somewhere, as we speak...........
and the silver lining I hear you cry ?????
THIS TIME IT WASN'T ME !!!!!!!!!!
HA HA HA HA
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Poor Frobi'.
Probably have to pour him into his car.
I always get suspicious of bloggers who invite me to "plow their garden"
Surely the whole point of having a garden is to do it yourself?
If Mr C wants assistance getting his help into line, I am sure I could help!
Mwah ha ha ha
A chainsaw would make the whole thing swift and easy ... or a bucket of petrol and some matches, could even cook a few sausages then....
Bye Beast. The love could not have lasted. Be brave
Bridgit
xxx
He sounds like a Beast! I would have helped clean your broken ass off...dirt in the house is not ok!
Oh Beastie you do over react, don't you. I am SURE Mr C was simply demonstrating able firm-but-fair leadership qualities and firm loving landscaping guidance.
So...this is why Frobie had to "take the summer off" then...
Actually I asserted my authority from the outset, any signs of rebellion were nipped in the bud - I am a people person. Smashing a shed up with a crowbar was something of pleasure for me.
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Tickersoid said...
Poor Frobi'.
Probably have to pour him into his car.
sobbing like a girl no doubt
Hammer said...
I always get suspicious of bloggers who invite me to "plow their garden"
Hammer if they ask you to sniff their blooms , you really want to worry
Mental Mac said...
Surely the whole point of having a garden is to do it yourself?
If Mr C wants assistance getting his help into line, I am sure I could help!
Mwah ha ha ha
MM why would you do it yourself , when you can get some other sucker to do it ????
Gawd the pair of you ordering me about , and making rude comments is too much to bare.....it would lead to a mutiny
mutleythedog said...
A chainsaw would make the whole thing swift and easy ... or a bucket of petrol and some matches, could even cook a few sausages then....
One would think Mr Mutley, but then again we are sensible.....
Bridgit said...
Bye Beast. The love could not have lasted. Be brave
Bridgit
xxx
Sista B , I am gutted and may have to spend some time alone contemplating the slings and arrows of outragious fortune.....why oh why cant i become your special toyboy
sob
Jenny! said...
He sounds like a Beast! I would have helped clean your broken ass off...dirt in the house is not ok!
He is lucky the real Beast is even tempered and all forgiving (mostly)...my old friend Mother Theresa of calcutta once said
'Beast your a saint , now stop messing about and show us your todger' (she must have come from the same convent as our own Sister Bridgit
before you ask sweet innocent Jenny , a todger is throbbing man meat :-)
jungle jane said...
Oh Beastie you do over react, don't you. I am SURE Mr C was simply demonstrating able firm-but-fair leadership qualities and firm loving landscaping guidance.
So...this is why Frobie had to "take the summer off" then...
Harumph JJ , I shall send him round to give you some firm but fair guidance......but you ould enjoy it to much.
I think Frobisher is going off for cosmetic surgery(having his love handles relocated to his lips).....but dont tell anyone
Frobisher said...
Actually I asserted my authority from the outset, any signs of rebellion were nipped in the bud - I am a people person. Smashing a shed up with a crowbar was something of pleasure for me.
I dont believe a word of it , i bet Frobi is putting a gloss on events to hide his shame :-)
the very though of all that sweaty, pale british man-meat heaving and straining, laboring away, wielding heavy pickaxes and sledges, straining and striving mightily while casting each other blisteringly hot glances freighted with hormonal longing makes me...
feel...
faint......
*casts self across recamier fetchingly with upturned wrist upon dewy brow*
First Nations said...
the very though of all that sweaty, pale british man-meat heaving and straining, laboring away, wielding heavy pickaxes and sledges, straining and striving mightily while casting each other blisteringly hot glances freighted with hormonal longing makes me...
feel...
faint......
*casts self across recamier fetchingly with upturned wrist upon dewy brow*
Have a care madam that heaving bosom nearly had my drink over
Damn, I am alwasy getting confused with your lingo! Someday I will get it right!
Hey Beastie. I have burning piles. Could you come around to mine this weekend to do the garden? i promise i won't ride you like a horse like last time - i realise you didn't find being smacked with a crop as funny as i did....
yo, ms. junglyjane-i've got a 12-pack of single ply toilet paper and a gallon plastic jug of Feinemans's Vodka...come help me tp frobishers yard!
Down the Pub wednesday as usual?
I am banned MR Mutley , after an incident with a cloudy pint of OD Lesbian No 6 :-(
***dabs preparation H on JJ piles**
**sips FN's Vodka**
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