Did I mention I also have an attic, a garage and an office (Well, 40% of the spare room, anyway). All valid locations for refuge.
I don't need the shed. I'm OK with the fact that it's a wendy house now.
I'm really OK.
Your first post sans smilies since ... forever ... means that you're pretty fucking far from okay*.
what film was that from, some tarantino film maybe?
The solution is to get the shed back to being a shed. The question is how*
without you getting into loads of trouble. no one wants that. no one :no:
We need answers and we need them now.
Yes it was Ving Rhames character Marsellus, saying he was pretty fucking far from Okay, after being saved from the rapists. Personally I like what he says next:
Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
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