Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Bingo is a classy game, very adult: X-rated language in the smoking annex.
Aye, and last tilt at Romance for some.-ROBBERT!!!!!(I've done no good, keep falling asleep)
You don't know how amazing this is. She's never played Bingo in her life and yesterday she was painting footballs to decorate the day room for the final.One at her table has already dropped off the twig and she was promoted to head of table at lunch.
My mum was a bingo player too. I'm avoiding it because it's an "old" people pastime and I'm not old. No,I'm not. Yet.
Excellent.Wait til she mentions After Dark Strip Bingo.Then panic.
They're not all old, about a quarter are under thirty at Werribee, and it's funny to see how they bounce off the oldies (lots of wisdom served up in the old dear's jokes). For gossip you get about three minutes between games, but there's plenty of time at interval: smoke, gossip, jelly and custard.
Well I don't know why I said three minutes, it's more like one minute between games, just long enough to say (and enjoy the reaction to)"That woman over there in the red cardigan lives in a caravan park with seven kids."
Robbert, you're such a gossip spreader.River, I avoid it because I'd never catch the numbers fast enough.Jayne, no problem there, everyone's in bed by three in the afternoon and glad to be there.
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