I'm hungry and stuck in my room

daheff · 21-05-2015 5:17pm

WAIT

have you been in the toilet for the last hour???

if you come out now, she'll think you've been sh1tting yourself (literally) for the last hour...she'll probably take one look at you visualising what you did, look at the stew.........there could be projectile vomiting...

H3llR4iser · 21-05-2015 5:17pm

anna080 wrote: »

Not very nice. If you must know she's a stupid old busy body who I wouldn't give the time of day to. I can hear her now having a homophobic rant. Anyway cheers guys, I'll head up now and say I fell asleep.

Anna, as you were in the toilette, what better to emerge holding your tummy and talking about "the flu" giving you the worst diarrhea ever? Guaranteed that the hag will disappear within the next 60 seconds!

Autonomous Cowherd · 21-05-2015 5:17pm

jester77 wrote: »

Bloody hell, OP has issues. How did you ever make it this far in life if you are afraid of interacting with someone.

I don't know. This kind of thing happens me often enough . I am only sociable with people i like, and introverted otherwise, as in I could not be bothered me backside spending hours yacking at the kitchen table. If I see people i dont like coming i drift off to me room and often enough end up trapped, especially if they come out and yack in tha hall :mad:

daheff · 21-05-2015 5:19pm

also...this is the very reason why you should have emergency rations available to you...put them in a ziplock bag in the cistern...hide some in your bedroom...in the kitchen too (you cant be too careful!!)

PandaPoo · 21-05-2015 5:21pm

ForstalDave wrote: »

Don't forget to mention your lesbian satanic lover roasting marshmallows on a burning bible, she will never call again

No way, she'd call every day for gossip to pass on at mass.

The trick is to have no news, nothing has happened to you, everyone is healthy, you haven't heard any gossip yourself. You'll never see her again.

fussyonion · 21-05-2015 5:44pm

Something similar happened to me recently.

My neighbour, who's fond of a gargle, knocked on our door at quarter past the eleven one night last week.
I could see her silhouette in the glass panel of the front door, so I told the other half to open the door.

I ran into the kitchen and didnt bother turning the light on.
(I didn't want to get yapping to yer one; she's always gargled and would probably have invited herself in for a jar).

I heard the other half talking to her and then SHE STEPPED INTO THE HALL.
They were yapping about her keys or something; she was wondering if she could have her spare set back (she'd lost hers in some drunken stupor earlier that day and wanted the set she'd given us), and while the other half was looking for them, I could hear her NEAR THE KITCHEN DOOR.

I thought to myself "I can't come out now. She'll think I'm a loon, standing in the kitchen in the dark."
So I remained there until she left.

I told myself I was a sad sad person.

LynnGrace · 21-05-2015 5:47pm

Walk into the kitchen, on the phone saying byebyebyebyebyebye

I'm hungry and stuck in my room

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