This week’s advice column is all about the dreaded ‘meeting of the parents.’ As always, I’d recommend taking the pack’s advice with a rather large dose of salt. It might also be wise not to drink anything while reading. I’d hate for you to ruin your keyboard. =)
Elaine: or not taking the advice at all.
Darren: Speak for yourself, my advice is brilliant.
Elaine: Brilliantly daft.
Right. Shall we get back on track? How soon do you usually meet the parents?
Elaine: Poor, lonely little kitty.
Josh: I’ll wreck your blasted computer systems if you keep that up.
*Sounds of someone being kicked in the shins…hard.*
Lorcan: I met the parents when I was in short trousers. I was a handsome little bugger back then. Made it easy to charm them.
Gareth: Blood rabbit. Are you sure we can’t turn him into stew?
Steve: Settle down you lot. Does this always have to be a test on my patience?
Let’s move on. What’s the best way to make a good impression?
Gareth: Borrow Steve’s Aston martin.
Darren: And his credit card.
Lorcan: Or you could try just being yourself?
Elaine: Not those tossers. Have you met them? That’s terrible advice for them.
Natasha: Parents will either appreciate who you are, or not, yes? So being yourself is the most straight-forward course of action.
Josh: Says the woman with a knife strapped to her boot.
Perhaps a knife isn’t the best way to win over anyone? We’ll just leave that particular issue alone. How do you prepare for meeting the parents?
Darren: All the blasted ale I can find.
Josh: What the fox said.
Gareth: Hard liquor.
Lorcan: I bring his mother a bouquet of wildflowers, and his father a pint or two of Guinness, it tends to smooth any and all ruffled feathers.
Elaine: I don’t.
Josh: Poor, lonely kitty.
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