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I think it's about time I started writing in here!
'The axe?' you ask??
I think I better tell you the story cause ya'know..... I don't want you thinking Im some kinda deranged crazy woman do I?
Usualy about this time every year we do a massive clean in my house, throw away old furniture sort out cupboards/draws and all that boring stuff. So we throw out a sofa and a chair and my mum asks me and my brother to smash them up to take to the skip, whilst inside my dad was sorting out the computer room and was frustrated ['bloomin' wires'].
He then comes outside to get stuff out of the shed and my mum asks for the axe and my dad's all 'What the heck? why do you want an axe'
so my mum tells him an he says [frustrated] that we have to sort out the paper work inside. That then makes my mum angry and she goes off ranting. My dad then goes back to the shed, begining to calm down and my brother pops out and says.......
'Where's the axe??'
^^ This then had me in stitches all day. I think was one of those times where you had to be there but it was hilarious.
I've never laughed so much................................... apart from when I saw this episode of 'Rob and Big'