Monday, 17 September 2007

I'm Twelve Years Old*

Um, people? The guy who lives above me just tooted so loud I heard it.

Through the floor.

And the ceiling.

And whatever he was sitting on.

And then I burst out laughing, which maybe he heard too.

Which, you know, made me unable to stop laughing.

Just thought I'd share.

*Actually, maybe it's more like five?

10 Comments:

Blogger Princess of the Universe said...

I think you need to find a place that has a bit more sound-proofing.
That's hilarious though.

Monday, September 17, 2007 7:06:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

*giggle*

I'm trying to tell myself that maybe he was sitting on the floor... or maybe, well, you know it was the chair?

*giggle*

Monday, September 17, 2007 7:10:00 pm  
Blogger Cap. said...

HAHAHAH - SO WHAT, IT'S HILARIOUS! HAHAHAHAHA! (You're only young once, but you can be immature forever (-; )

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 7:51:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

heh

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 9:39:00 am  
Blogger Tod said...

That is so funny and kind of an ice breaker if you ever meet on the stairs.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 11:09:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

Totally, eh? Oh no! How am I supposed to look at him ever again without bursting out laughing?

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 11:12:00 am  
Blogger Jenn said...

I have a husband that is 42 going on 5. He occasionally asks me to pull his finger...

Dude. Seriously!

(But it's still fun to be 5 sometimes!)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 5:35:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

lol!

The question being, do you pull it? Or run in the other direction? ; )

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 5:43:00 pm  
Blogger Jenn said...

Roll my eyes and tell him he can teach the trick to our son in a few years - then they can be 5 together!

Thursday, September 20, 2007 7:52:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

tee hee

Thursday, September 20, 2007 8:59:00 pm  

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