Estate Agent Twat

[DameDoom]

Having a drink with friend next door who wants to sell her house.
Estate agent jumped on blow-up bed - in shoes cos it looked that realistic -and nearly broke neck.
Now he is on her landline bantzing, "daddy or chips" to an equally hilarious colleague.
It's almost New Year -and Saturday - nobody needs a young Ian Beale bantzing on their pretendy bed.
Sorry that I have made up a horrible verb.

Can this be moved to chat? Daddy or chips has discombobulated me. Sorry S&Bers.

How many drinks have you and your friend had?

To get your thread moved you will need to report it to MNHQ.

Eh? I'm on my second glass of prosecco so I'm either too tipsy to be able to figure this out or not tipsy enough to be able to understand drunken threads.

No fucking clue what your on about op.

Translation anyone?

Best thread I've seen in a long while.
I nominate it for thread of the century.

OP! Come back and explain! Either you have a genuine estate agent problem which I can probably advise you on or plenty more drunken entertainment to offer which I can thoroughly enjoy!

When I was selling a house we had an empty room, load of junk we needed to hide and a blow up double bed.... We combined all three and dressed the junk bed up with a valance and a duvet etc and then lived in everlasting fear that some twunk would try and actually sit on it.

I always wanted to know if anyone twigged it wasn't a real bed and if the estate agents were secretly pissing themselves back at the office about the crap fake bed.

Scrowy they probably did. And probably marvelled at the sheer genius of it!