Once.. I was Indian’ly Boozing about at my local. After drowning a couple of bottles, I saw a ‘homeless’ old man walking by, kicking about a huge empty box. & I yelled, ‘Oi..!!, what are you doing?’. Helpless old man, ‘I’m moving out’. & disappeared into the dark.
Moments later my girlfriend made her usual late night call. I picked up & tried my best to sound sober.
& told her about the old man incident. [ I had to do it before she brings up her school girl topics ]
Her : Ouh~ The old man lives in a card box. That’s why he said, he’s moving out’
Me :Oh well.. If I made you a PALACE, made of Card Boxes. Will you move in with me ?
Her : NO..!!
Me : O’ryte.. Good night, sleep tight, don’t let me bed bugs bite. [ & hung up ]
Next day, I called her up to say that I’m breaking up with her.
- Till this day she’s been looking for that old man who ruined the relationship for her. From what I gather, she wants to burn down his house/card-box -
haha..this is funny jens!