Laugh? … I Cried!
No, really … I’ve had many, if not all, of these arguments myself.
Women …
Can’t live with ’em …
Can’t hit ’em over the head with a shovel.
<sigh>
Anyway …
Many, many moons ago … in a seedy, wind-swept, litter-strewn galaxy around the back of the Burger King … I stumbled upon ‘Things My Girlfriend And I Have Argued About.’
I laughed so hard, so often, I feared I might rupture something — if I didn’t die of asphyxiation first. [1]
Recently … well, okay, just a bit earlier today, but I digress … for some unfathomable reason, I thought of it again.
(Alarmingly large) Chunks of it were removed with time, meaning there’s a a great deal of truly hysterical material missing from it now.
But what there is is, to my mind at least [3], still worth reading … and you can always join the mailing list / Facebook mailing list for the rest, apparently.
Anyway … there you go — have fun:
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[1] Of course, given that, at the time, all around me Life seemed to resemble the rummage-sale of the mind at the village-fete of the soul [2], I may have been easily amused.
[2] Everywhere I looked, I seemed to see the same, interminable claptrap being reguritated, warmed over and served up time after time … by mad, old ratbags who wanted you to “come and have some of this, Dearie — only twenty pence!”
And what was the upside of the whole experience?
Well, once you’d had a bit of a lie-down … and got over the excitement of it all … you could win “this lovely donkey in a sombrero” on the tombola — ah, nostalgia … where would we be without its rose-tinted hue to soothe our fevered dreams and mop our humid brows?
[3] You don’t have to have had a German girlfriend to appreciate it, but it possibly helps — I went out with a German girl for six years, so that might be part of what prompted my hysterical screams of recognition … but I suspect it had more to do with the fact that she was as completely insane as Margret.
