"How the hell did you get into Uni?" Part 10.
A girl on my corridor had a goldfish for a while. It died last night. Instead of giving it a decent burial, someone left it in the fridge on a piece of tinfoil. So, when I went to get some milk to put in the tea, what should fall out but a cold, dead fish! I can't think of a nicer way to start the day. The current corridor conversation, which is audible due to paper-thin walls, is about 'taxidermistry'.
Would it really be that wrong to slip a bit of washing-up liquid in the kettle?
Would it really be that wrong to slip a bit of washing-up liquid in the kettle?