Monday, 15 June 2009

Return to Sender

The Boss : "I'm going down to get the meat, do you want anything?"

Here's me : "Wha?"

The Boss : "The post. I'm going downstairs to get the post."

No idea where that one came from but it's a little scary...


  1. Her only contact with reality is delivered in envelopes. So she was actually going to get the meat(space). simples.

  2. Addendum :

    I pulled The Boss to ask what the hell that was about and she explained that just as she had been about to say "post" she had received an e-mail from a guy called Martin and so had said "meat" instead.

    This, while being an answer of sorts, only leaves me with further questions.

  3. A fuck-buddy, perhaps?

  4. Post. Martin. Meat.

    I'll have a steak, thanks!