Manpoo, Mister and Rejection (which doesn't start with 'M')

Let me tell you about my day.

Ran out of shampoo this morning, so when visiting the supermarket later I made a note to get some. I spent a long time looking at bottles with girly words on them; I don't want my hair to be sumptuous! I don't want it to be silky! I don't want it nourished with natural organic honey and elderflower! I didn't want girly shampoo! I wanted Manp-

Then I realised there are some things you don't shout aloud at the supermarket.


Later I met a friend and we ended up making a series of jokes based on a simple premise, which went a little like this.

Mr Chief's daughter is always in trouble ('cus she's Miss chief!!! Like mischief? You with me so far?)

She hangs around with the daughters of Mr Creant and Mr Demeanor.

Mr Tick's daughter writes horoscopes.

Mr Sing has a lovely daughter, but he hasn't seen her in ages.

And then there's Miss Ree, who never met her father.


This is how my mind works.



Finally, I got home and checked my email, and there was one from a job I applied for to work in a toy-store, which I was hopeful about because not only would it probably be the most fun of all I've applied for lately, but it's also the one I have the best chance of getting since I do have some experience with selling toys and games.
The email basically said they hadn't bothered even reading my application.

Apparently they sent the same email to the daughter of Mister Errable.