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Previously on "So who wants to sort Harriet's dirties?"
It wouldn't make very entertaining reading though, would it.
He looked at me with his 'loading the dishwasher' eyes, as he slowly and gently lowered the cutlery into the plastic basket. Licking his lips gently, he ripped the selophane from the finish tablet and forced it roughly into the detergent drawer. His eyes slowly closing and his head snapping backwards in ecstacy, he snapped the door shut and expertly dialled up a heavy soil cycle and with a cocky arrogance, jammed his finger into the 'ON' button.....
Thanks TM, today I was loading the dishwasher with bottles for the homebrew and I suddenly had an image of Harriet getting jiggy.... oh my brain
It wouldn't make very entertaining reading though, would it.
He looked at me with his 'loading the dishwasher' eyes, as he slowly and gently lowered the cutlery into the plastic basket. Licking his lips gently, he ripped the selophane from the finish tablet and forced it roughly into the detergent drawer. His eyes slowly closing and his head snapping backwards in ecstacy, he snapped the door shut and expertly dialled up a heavy soil cycle and with a cocky arrogance, jammed his finger into the 'ON' button.....
Think how much nicer life would've been for us all if she had just spent her life in the kitchen washing dishes and doing a bit of hoovering instead of sticking her ******* nose in every aspect of our fecking lives, the mendacious, self-serving, entitled, righteous, evil bitch.
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