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I could never go through all that carp again, once was enough, divorce was fun and the only reason Mr Norr and I will get married if it becomes beneficial for tax reasons.
Whichever they achieve it, I think you are missing the point.
Women are devious minxes and the whole point of putting up flat pack furniture is not for the intended use (though that will be useful anyway).
The giveaway was "10pm".
She's obviously fallen out with the neighbours (or downstairs if you live in a flat), and she is using your manly obediance in order to make a lot of noise and peeve of the offending neighbour.
She’s agreed, but says it'll have to be next year. She says she needs at least 18 months to fanny about choosing a dress, go on a diet, arrange guest lists, choose bridesmaids, arrange a decent band etc.
She might be a little disappointed when I turn up with jeans and t-shirt and say ‘right, where do I sign?’
I could never go through all that carp again, once was enough, divorce was fun and the only reason Mr Norr and I will get married if it becomes beneficial for tax reasons.
She’s agreed, but says it'll have to be next year. She says she needs at least 18 months to fanny about choosing a dress, go on a diet, arrange guest lists, choose bridesmaids, arrange a decent band etc.
She might be a little disappointed when I turn up with jeans and t-shirt and say ‘right, where do I sign?’
I rather enjoy assembling stuff like flat pack furniture and always used to do it in our house, It was cheap & cheerful and meant you could change it often.
However I have become disenchanted with the flat pack and am now more interested in solidly built stuff that lasts.
I have been seriously considering making this stuff as my plan B. Desks in walnut, tables and display cabinets in cherry
I rather enjoy assembling stuff like flat pack furniture and always used to do it in our house, It was cheap & cheerful and meant you could change it often.
However I have become disenchanted with the flat pack and am now more interested in solidly built stuff that lasts.
How do women manage to convince you to put up flat pack furniture at 10pm on a school night?
Whichever they achieve it, I think you are missing the point.
Women are devious minxes and the whole point of putting up flat pack furniture is not for the intended use (though that will be useful anyway).
The giveaway was "10pm".
She's obviously fallen out with the neighbours (or downstairs if you live in a flat), and she is using your manly obediance in order to make a lot of noise and peeve of the offending neighbour.
There was this bird right, and she buys this flat pack wardrobe. When it's delivered, she assembles it , and stands back , proud as punch.
As she is hanging clothes in it, a train goes by, and the wardrobe collapses in a heap.
Mad as heck she rings the store and insists that she either she gets it fixed or she gets a refund.
So an engineer comes around and assembles the wardrobe in ten minutes, just as he is leving a train goes by and the wardrobe collapses.
Mystified he puts it all back together, checks the joints then gets inside to see what happens, when the next train goes by, in fifteen minutes time.
Whilst he waits the woman sits on the bed, doing her nails. Meanwhile the husband arrives home from work early, zooms up the stairs. Looks at his wife then hears a noise from the wardrobe. He opens the door in a rage, to see this guy cowering in the wardrobe
'errrr, I am waiting for a train'
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