what is a safari supper?
what is a safari supper?
Did she say that or was it one of the rabid troll hunters?The safari supper! I’d forgotten that one. I also liked when she said her favourite thing in the house was a 16th Century salt cupboard (whatever that is).
No, it was really her although I think they took the piss out of it on RedditDid she say that or was it one of the rabid troll hunters?
Our food delivery arrived 15 mins early on Sunday. I was delighted, saved me waiting at home for the entire 2 hour window. Wouldn't cross my mind to complain.for the love of god really?
But they wanted to lie in bed until 8.29Our food delivery arrived 15 mins early on Sunday. I was delighted, saved me waiting at home for the entire 2 hour window. Wouldn't cross my mind to complain.
To be honest it sounds like a recipe for an orgy.I was really hoping a Safari supper was on the back of an Elephant whilst looking at the sunset sipping Chablis.
Annual lesbian orgy. Remember all men are twats.To be honest it sounds like a recipe for an orgy.
Is that another village tradition? The annual orgy.
The level of entitlement on MN is insane! "I deserve my lie in, my £500 Amish sack dress and ALL of my husband's money even though I hate him"I feel like they think it's one of the hallmarks of middle-aged, middle-class womanhood - wine, lie-ins, Amish clothes and a 1200 calorie-a-day diet.
If they were anything like the ones my parents used to organise in the late '70s/early '80s, everyone would have been too drunk to manage sex! They used to call them progressive dinners, because all the houses were in the same street, so you 'progressed' up or down the road. All the kids would be put in one house with a babysitter and the adults would cut loose. I remember my father only getting home after one particularly good evening because he'd hung on to all the garden walls on the way.To be honest it sounds like a recipe for an orgy.
Is that another village tradition? The annual orgy.
Thought you were saying your parents organised orgies!If they were anything like the ones my parents used to organise in the late '70s/early '80s, everyone would have been too drunk to manage sex! They used to call them progressive dinners, because all the houses were in the same street, so you 'progressed' up or down the road. All the kids would be put in one house with a babysitter and the adults would cut loose. I remember my father only getting home after one particularly good evening because he'd hung on to all the garden walls on the way.
I would not put it past my mother - some time in the late '60s or early '70s when she was between husbands, she threw a clout-casting party. Cast ne'er a clout till May is out, it was on 31st May and at midnight everyone had to take an item of clothing off. She won't say anything more about it than that!Thought you were saying your parents organised orgies!![]()
That's the word - entitlement. I absolutely cannot stand their entitlement to all things that they believe are owed to them and their sacred offspring.The level of entitlement on MN is insane! "I deserve my lie in, my £500 Amish sack dress and ALL of my husband's money even though I hate him"
I hope he left her and buggered off to Australia.That's the word - entitlement. I absolutely cannot stand their entitlement to all things that they believe are owed to them and their sacred offspring.
I will never forget a thread where the OP's husband was a senior professional who got his dream career opportunity in Australia, I believe. She was a SAHM despite the children being teenagers and had a housekeeper. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her husband and she didn't want to go because she didn't want to give up her 'lovely house and lifestyle'. She refused to think that because he supported their very cushy lifestyle, she should make any sacrifices. She even stated that she couldn't move because she needed her mother nearby to assist. And the absolutely INCREDIBLE thing was that there were others saying that her desire to continue living as is trumped his career as the sole breadwinner. I was appalled and honestly, in awe at how they twisted the situation to support her arguments. She even said she couldn't work because her teenagers were at a stage of life where they needed someone to talk to when they got home. And people actually agreed!
My jaw has never been the same from hanging open while I read all 10 pages.
When I had my first proper job, I could actually afford more tit than I do now, even though I now earn a lot more.