carey wrote:Being dragged around F**king IKEA by the Mrs cause we have a new house.
Been in there
once when we were prepping to renovate a kitchen. We thought we'd suss out their kit, among a million other places at the time.
Got half way through and dropped to my knees, openly sobbing "I just want to get out of here!". Mrs. Boon has not invited me on another trip there.
Whilst sobbing, I look over at this poor bastard.....he's loaded with shit like he's been at the Royal Show show bag pavilion, he's draped in all manner of shit. Bags hanging from every appendage. His Mrs, looking about 38 weeks pregnant says to him "OOOOHHHH LOOK! THEY'VE GOT BABY THINGS BABE!!!"
My fake tears turned to real laughter and I felt better about myself and my day.
PAFC. Forever.
LOOK OUT, WE'RE COMING!