My Friends™ have got a huge package (steady…)
It’s Ms Pacman™!
The arcade game.
(Bloody woke nonsense, amirite. Why can’t we just have MR Pacman™. Things’d be better if there were no women in Friends™ at all. Which reminds me, I really need to get round to watching Seinfeld™…)
I’ve got a huge package too.
Or at least, we’ve got similar troubles moving things from one room to another. We moved almost a year ago now(!) And the bookcase we inherited, which I excitedly earmarked for my office, is still languishing downstairs. At this point I’m not sure any amount of “Pivoting” would get it upstairs.
It’s weird none of my Friends™ play videogames. I play more than watching TV nowadays. Although a large part of that is only having one TV and my wife and/or children usually wanting to watch it. Dad’s obsession with “the man cave” is getting ever easier to understand. AND I’m the one who bought the bloody thing!
I wanted an even bigger one but my wife talked me down. Now every time I look at it I think “that could be a few inches bigger”. But, to be fair, she does the same with me.
I found out some odd things about my Friends™ this week. Phoebe apparently has some experience resisting arrest. Judging by the way she flopped to try and stop Monica dragging her away from Ms Pacman™. And Chandler made an off-hand remark about it being normal to witness orgies before your seven.
Which… I’m pretty sure is child abuse? Poor guy.
Phoebe also proved to be a prolific swearer. Dropping all kind of F-bombs in front of Ben after failing to win the high score on the machine.
We had to have a talk about this the other day. (My wife and I, not me and Phoebe. She can swear all she wants. I don’t give a shit about Ben.) Our eldest is now fluent in English, and number 2 is already starting to respond back with simple sounds. (Basically just woofing. God I hope he doesn’t think he’s a dog…)
Despite my best efforts, I CANNOT stop swearing in front of them. We haven’t got a jar yet but it’s surely only a matter of time if I don’t get a lid on it. To be honest, losing more money to parenthood seems unlikely to make me swear any less. Like a lot of people things are still tight, it’s a real problem I couldn’t move to the new job.
Ross, too, is bemoaning his lack of career progression after a faculty member moves on:
“Why didn’t I get Head of Department??”
Oh, I don’t know. Probably all the sleeping with students, Ross.
“The One With the Stupid Date”
Something very odd has happened. Joey seems to be falling for Rachel.
I know, right. Like that could ever happen. Stupid.
He’s continuing to do a great job of looking out for her whilst pregnant. That’s Rachel that’s pregnant, not Joey. And this week they went on a fake date to give her a nice experience. (I’m a little confused why she couldn’t just go on a date with someone properly? But anyway.)
They swapped their best “date moves”, and were kind enough not to mention me tagging along as a third wheel.
Joey’s only game seems to be pretending he has a fan. Surely he’s famous enough at this point that that isn’t necessary? I guess you can be famous and not have fans…
*cough* Corden *cough*
Rachel’s move is merely asking questions about the other person! And having an ass. Surely, both those things are part of a date for anyone?!
I can’t talk, it’s been so long since I’ve had a date with anyone other than my wife, I can’t even remember if I had moves, let alone what they might have been. Knowing what I was like back then it was probably something along the lines of “let’s just get really drunk and see if we end up making it to a bedroom before I fall asleep or into a gutter”.
It’s actually quite sweet seeing Joey falling for her. (Romantically, not into a gutter.) Though I’m not sure why he’s so scared. I only know it’s not because they’re watching Kujo™.
I left with him staring off into the distance, pondering the impossible. I know exactly how he feels.
How in the hell am I going to find the time to watch Kujo™ when I still haven’t even seen Old Yeller™!??
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Joey and Rachel aren’t the only people going out. My wife and I went out to commemorate ten years of our relationship. TEN YEARS. Hard to believe we’ve been together even longer than I’ve known my Friends™!
I know, I know, one’s a colossal waste of time with no material gain and the other…
It was amazing to finally get a bit of time to go out properly as a couple again. Easy to forget how much fun we have when we get a few drinks in and let our hair down. So here’s to her, and the next ten years!
Hopefully next time she won’t say “can you believe we’ve known each other for ten whole years.”
It’s Ms Pacman™!
The arcade game.
(Bloody woke nonsense, amirite. Why can’t we just have MR Pacman™. Things’d be better if there were no women in Friends™ at all. Which reminds me, I really need to get round to watching Seinfeld™…)
I’ve got a huge package too.
Or at least, we’ve got similar troubles moving things from one room to another. We moved almost a year ago now(!) And the bookcase we inherited, which I excitedly earmarked for my office, is still languishing downstairs. At this point I’m not sure any amount of “Pivoting” would get it upstairs.
It’s weird none of my Friends™ play videogames. I play more than watching TV nowadays. Although a large part of that is only having one TV and my wife and/or children usually wanting to watch it. Dad’s obsession with “the man cave” is getting ever easier to understand. AND I’m the one who bought the bloody thing!
I wanted an even bigger one but my wife talked me down. Now every time I look at it I think “that could be a few inches bigger”. But, to be fair, she does the same with me.
I found out some odd things about my Friends™ this week. Phoebe apparently has some experience resisting arrest. Judging by the way she flopped to try and stop Monica dragging her away from Ms Pacman™. And Chandler made an off-hand remark about it being normal to witness orgies before your seven.
Which… I’m pretty sure is child abuse? Poor guy.
Phoebe also proved to be a prolific swearer. Dropping all kind of F-bombs in front of Ben after failing to win the high score on the machine.
We had to have a talk about this the other day. (My wife and I, not me and Phoebe. She can swear all she wants. I don’t give a shit about Ben.) Our eldest is now fluent in English, and number 2 is already starting to respond back with simple sounds. (Basically just woofing. God I hope he doesn’t think he’s a dog…)
Despite my best efforts, I CANNOT stop swearing in front of them. We haven’t got a jar yet but it’s surely only a matter of time if I don’t get a lid on it. To be honest, losing more money to parenthood seems unlikely to make me swear any less. Like a lot of people things are still tight, it’s a real problem I couldn’t move to the new job.
Ross, too, is bemoaning his lack of career progression after a faculty member moves on:
“Why didn’t I get Head of Department??”
Oh, I don’t know. Probably all the sleeping with students, Ross.
“The One With the Stupid Date”
Something very odd has happened. Joey seems to be falling for Rachel.
I know, right. Like that could ever happen. Stupid.
He’s continuing to do a great job of looking out for her whilst pregnant. That’s Rachel that’s pregnant, not Joey. And this week they went on a fake date to give her a nice experience. (I’m a little confused why she couldn’t just go on a date with someone properly? But anyway.)
They swapped their best “date moves”, and were kind enough not to mention me tagging along as a third wheel.
Joey’s only game seems to be pretending he has a fan. Surely he’s famous enough at this point that that isn’t necessary? I guess you can be famous and not have fans…
*cough* Corden *cough*
Rachel’s move is merely asking questions about the other person! And having an ass. Surely, both those things are part of a date for anyone?!
I can’t talk, it’s been so long since I’ve had a date with anyone other than my wife, I can’t even remember if I had moves, let alone what they might have been. Knowing what I was like back then it was probably something along the lines of “let’s just get really drunk and see if we end up making it to a bedroom before I fall asleep or into a gutter”.
It’s actually quite sweet seeing Joey falling for her. (Romantically, not into a gutter.) Though I’m not sure why he’s so scared. I only know it’s not because they’re watching Kujo™.
I left with him staring off into the distance, pondering the impossible. I know exactly how he feels.
How in the hell am I going to find the time to watch Kujo™ when I still haven’t even seen Old Yeller™!??
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Joey and Rachel aren’t the only people going out. My wife and I went out to commemorate ten years of our relationship. TEN YEARS. Hard to believe we’ve been together even longer than I’ve known my Friends™!
I know, I know, one’s a colossal waste of time with no material gain and the other…
It was amazing to finally get a bit of time to go out properly as a couple again. Easy to forget how much fun we have when we get a few drinks in and let our hair down. So here’s to her, and the next ten years!
Hopefully next time she won’t say “can you believe we’ve known each other for ten whole years.”
