An englishman in Paris

mercredi, août 06, 2008

J-8

The Guv'nor's been with us for three days now and i'm shocked and horrified to discover that he's a teetotaler, has never done any kind of illegal stuff ... the guy is like totally clean :-/

A part from that, he's not a bible thumper and is a very nice bloke

We got nattering over a cup of coffee and came to the same serendipitous conclusion : working, getting back home late at night, doing the daily chores, filling the washing machine at weekends, doing the cooking, going shopping and all the rest of it is such a drag

We both hit on the miracle solution : kids !!

Yup, that's it - get yourself a brood

It won't be easy for the Guv'nor though (his partner is of the manly persuasion) and i'd need to start by finding myself an un-raving-bonkers-loony chick

Nevertheless, there's always the adoption option !

Here's the reasoning behind it : get yourself a sprog (or more) once the child benefits start rolling in, get them out there playing sport from the age of about six or seven (early starters = precocious winners then get them out onto the circuit = money in the bank for the retirement fund)


If all else fails or their not cut out for a sporting career, at least you've got an extra pair of hands around the house to clean up ;@)

At the very worst, once the energy crisis really hits home and the coal mines have to re-open, you've got manual workers on tap to bring home a bit more dosh !!

Things are sooo easy when you think about it

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Anonymous Anonyme said...

dear damiel.
this is the crazy german girl.check your mail.
miss you.
crazy german girl

7:26 PM  

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