Imagine fish. Imagine dead drunk fish. Now imagine dead fish. And there Ladies and Gentlemen you have a summary of the b'fissy existence.
The fish hereby formally announces her intentions of joining a nunnery. Or, since no self-respecting nunnery would admit a self-respecting babelfish, the fish shall run away to the mountains and live a life of solitude, meditating on her sinful past. In other words, the fish is in deep trouble.
To cut a very short story even shorter, here's the jist, without the prelude.
The Father Fishy was at Oly Pub last evening.
*enter long line of beeps censoring some bloody strong language*
**whiskey tango foxtrot I say!**
First the sister comes home and does a sweep search of my computer. Then the father lands up in the one place I would never ever have expected him. Is there nothing called privacy and the sanctity of human space. And anyone who wants to interject at this point that the father has as much right to enter Oly as I do can go stuff his or her head into a dragon's orifice. This is moment of great anguish and trauma.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
13 comments:
Ouch!
Sincere sympathies.
jist?
then? the father fissy did what?
Hope he footed the bill, at least! :-]
my condolences for the passing away of lifeasfissyknewit
I can only echo the question above, father fissy did what? I mean if the story goes "Father fish entered Oly Pub, Babel saw, Babel hid, father left" then the trauma seems a little premature. If the story ends with severe grounding of Babel then of course the trauma is justified. And a little funny, but still 90%traumatic.
invasion of pirvacy is bad... my hearfelt sympathies :-)
Aha re. You poor thing. But you cant be thaaaat traumatised still can u? When do you intend to post again? I dont think you understand how important it is that you post more often. See, one comes to office, switches on computer and looks busy all day long, boss thinks one is busy with work..while in reality one is blogsurfing. Its extremely difficult to look busy while blogsurfing if one doesnt have any new posts to read!! Gah!!
Bhery vad.
Whope da fis of Baabell is hokay nou.
Bhut hot happened dat day?
Ok, fess up... what did he see? Is this worse than when my mom "stumbled" up on the secretly hidden ashtray of mine filled to the brim with about 100 cigarette butts? I had no choice than confess :) Fortunately, it was a long time ago and I am not smoker any more.
and then and then??
waaaaaaaaaah!! me want rest of horror story!!!!
then i will go to bed!!!
watdidnext???
If your dad's anything like mind, you would have a symposium.
Was he supposed to not know that you drink? I am sure he wasnt too shocked...
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