IdleRich

IdleRich
look at rich living like a king, with his kitchen tables and his infinite fags. no-one can afford to smoke here. no one has random tables lying around. he doesn't know how the other half lives

After writing all that shit yesterday about how I don't need cigs I felt a powerful urge and had to nip out at seven a.m.

They were sat on my table just now - I'm in Lisbon well outside the range of Cigarinho Man, otherwise of course I would never dream of doing that. Some kid still just asked for one though but I actually managed to say no.

To be honest I've given away so many over the years. When I went to Serbia I bought some for the journey, got to the airport and time was tight but I had just enough for a quick smoke... patted down my pockets and realised I'd left them at home. In the smoking area was just me and one girl, I thought "Right, I never ever do this, but surely if I ask her for one karma will kick in and I will be rewarded for a lifetime of generosity" - but of course she looked at me as though I'd asked to bum-rape her entire family and dismissed me with an imperious NO.

I rushed to the shop to buy more. Was just opening them when I found the first pack.
 

line b

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Not sure i understand the image. Like the legs of the table are sticking out horizantal from the wall to be grabbed like support beams? Rich only has anal sex standing up?
 

version

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I've delved into the archive and realised it's a different table. The kitchen table's for eating, the dining for fucking.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Not sure i understand the image. Like the legs of the table are sticking out horizantal from the wall to be grabbed like support beams? Rich only has anal sex standing up?

You're right to struggle with this cos, uncharacteristically admittedly, the archivist has fucked up here.

I'm talking about a tiny clean white innocent virginal little 30cm x 30cm foldaway IKEA kitchen table purchased in IKEA in Loures and still as pure as the day it was moulded, used for nothing more nefarious than slicing the odd loaf or possibly holding for us a cool clean glass of distilled water. @version is libelling that table by confusing it with a stolid black wooden dining room table stained eternally with shameful sin, which we brought from Hackney with us, dragging behind it the foul noisome stench of squalid, sordid sex acts performed behind my back - and also behind Britta's back come to think of it.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Have you seen his living room? Its huge. Like a parlor

Like a parlour? I would have thought a parlour is smaller than a living room. Though to be honest now I actually think about it properly, I don't actually know what a parlour is.

What is a parlour? Does anyone have one? Or has anyone had one even?
 
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