Eyebrow is itchy, probably some microscopic mite taking a shit on me
/brit/
i hear there are a lot of hard men from there
prediction: /brit/ becomes the next freemasons spanning centuries
Mummy's alright
Daddies alright
They just seem a little weird
going to make alanah call me daddy while i'm balls deep
would you call me daddy, schizo
might go to another website and ask 'is anyone here from 4channel's /brit/ general on the Jow Forums board?'
you tell me
*melvin walks through the front door*
"honey im home" i say. "oh darling youre late, you were supposed to be home half an hour ago" alanah replies as she walks out from the kitchen to meet me at the front door. she was wearing her favourite floral pattern summer dress with a frilly apron over the top. she greets me with a hug and a peck on the lips "toilberg had me stay behind a few minutes but thats okay. where are the children, where is my son melvin jr" i ask alanah. "melvin jr is in the backyard playing with the dog" she answers. "and tamatha is up in her room finishing her homework" she finishes. i look into her eyes and smile "what did i do to deserve such a wonderful family, and such a good looking wife" i ask alanah, winking at her. alanah blushes "oh you" she turns around heading back into the kitchen "ill let you know when dinner is ready" she tells me. i watch her walking back into the kitchen mesmerized by her hour glass figure. alanah has put on a few kilos since giving birth to our youngest tamatha 10 years ago, but i dont mind, being a mother isnt an easy job. i walk into our living room and look out the window into the backyard. i can see melvin jr playing with the dog spot, they are playing tug of war. i stand there watching with a grin on my face. the aroma of meatloaf reaches my nose as i turn to my left and get a good view of alanah in the kitchen pulling the meatloaf from the oven. "come and get it" she yells. i walk to the dining room on the other side of the kitchen and she follows not far behind me. i can hear the footsteps of young alanah trodding down the stairs and the sound of the back door opening as melvin jr runs in to gorge on his dinner. melvin jr always has a big appetite and always looks forward to dinner, though his table manners could be better. he likes to feed his leftovers to spot under the table. alanah has told him before not to but he seems to do it still, thinking that we dont notice.
haven't eaten in 2 hours
t's a god awful small affair, to the girl with the mousy hair
but her mummy is yelling no, and her daddy has told her to go
*does a wicked rendition of the saxophone solo from Baker Street*