Because I'm stuck in a city where the option of going out on the lash on a Saturday night is worse than staying in and writing a report on mood, personality and memory.
Wanna swap for 'Contract Law'? It's f*king rivetting. Besides, can't you send out for a 'peh' supper and a boatle o' ginger?
Already did that about 8 years ago, hated every minute of it too, I feel your pain. As for the pies I ain't no lard arse! I had a king prawn curry instead
The 'lash' in question is a 5' length of electrical cable and the recipient is an alternately whimpering and pleading peroxide blonde single mother who I met in the pub last night....
I fear her obesity has caused fatal offense.............
Because I'm stuck in a city where the option of going out on the lash on a Saturday night is worse than staying in and writing a report on mood, personality and memory.
Wanna swap for 'Contract Law'? It's f*king rivetting. Besides, can't you send out for a 'peh' supper and a boatle o' ginger?
Already did that about 8 years ago, hated every minute of it too, I feel your pain. As for the pies I ain't no lard arse! I had a king prawn curry instead
Its Saturday night - its half past 9 - why are you here and not out on the lash???
Firstly because I'm 38, married, with kids, no mates, and Saturday is about relaxing after a week at work. Secondly I don't drink. Thirdly I'm writing a paper on a gay goblet...
"Nehustan, you think you're so clever don't you?"
"Actually, I think I'm of fairly average intelligence, it's just that you make me look like a freaking genius..."
"Actually Sir, you're a bleeeding Undinus-Sylphius, and don't you forget it!!!!
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