If life would only consist of meatballs,
I would do really well.
Now,
less well.
This is what I just wrote to someone.
Library communications.
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I'm just interested to know, as I can't imagine how this conversation came about (which I like): What was the reply to this statement?
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The reply was:
if meatballs were currency, Patrik would be King
Nice.
For your info; I had a breakthrough with my girlfriend re: toilet sitting. I decided to let her know, and she was highly relieved - it actually occurred to her that she never heard me lift the toilet seat, and thus assumed I was always shitting. She was understandably destressed by the knowledge that I'm not what one may call a mega-shitter.
Therefore, my advice to you: Tell the girlfriend (or boyfriend (I make modern assumptions))
I guess this whole 'keeping it on the low' will be difficult for me now. Fortunately, I don't have a girl or boyfriend which I would have to discuss this with, and my flatmate just left for Barcelona. Maybe due to mega-shitter distress.