The twat-meister, AKA Ryota has told me that he can't live without a new surfboard. Now, despite being Australian, I don't get the surfing thing (probably because I can't do it), but anyone I know who surfs is seriously like a junkie, they just can't stop the urge to surf. I don't get it, but I guess I can imagine what it's like...? Yeah, not really. Anyone who surfs, can you explain it to me??
Not only does he want a new board, he wants a board that costs roughly the same amount as a ticket back home for me. Hmmmm, wonder which one I'll end up forking out for...
And not only is this board bastard expensive, he also has 2, yes 2! perfectly good (according to me) surfboards at home. What the fuck!?
He totally reverse psychology-ised my arse when he asked me about it, setting it up with "Errr I don't want to ask you, because I know you'll tell me to fuck off..." So then I couldn't actually tell him to fuck off so said "Of course you can buy a surfboard for a ridiculous amount of money when you already have two collecting dust. Darling. Pumpkin. Sweet pea!" all through gritted teeth.
But fuck it, who am I to tell him how to spend his hard earned cash anyway, really. He doesn't have many hobbies, smoking is the only one that really pisses me off. He doesn't drink/ go out/ gamble, perhaps I should just let him buy the bastard thing. Or perhaps... I should give him an incentive to stop smoking by saying he gets the new surfboard when he quits!? Ooooo I like that one, although a twice weekly blow job clause may have to be thrown in if I actually want the deal to work...
But enough about blow jobs, must get back to work!