About an encounter with my new Chinese housemate.
New housemate called Tom.
Tonight we get talking and I say how I don’t use a lot of the fridge, cos I never have that much food. So we look in the fridge and I notice he has his food squashed into 2 shelves, while I have a jar of jam and an empty mayonnaise squeezy thing taking up my 2 shelves.
So I say, “Do you want more space?”, and I point into the fridge. But he hears, “I want your grapes”. So he takes out his grapes, washes them and gives them to me.
The hilarity never stops in Limerick
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