I'm reviewing the situation...

#1
Last night I found myself in conversation with two perfectly charming, well-groomed and impeccably turned out young men. Well thirty-ish. They were obviously well-heeled and arrived in a convertible "10" reg car.

They were of course filthy depraved arse invaders and therefore anathema to all righteous and self-righteous hetero tigers. Except of course they really were very personable, told a cracking joke about monkeys and a a rugby team, bought their round and showed a good appreciation of rugby football. They were both gold season ticket holders at the Rec. gloucester fans may now nod sagely as if to say "told you so".

They are both in gainful employ - one with a well known computer firm (oh look out of the Windows!) and the other self-employed. They both wore expensive but not flashy clothes and had nice watches. They have no children and do pretty much what they like all of the time. Without boasting, they made it clear that they spend a lot of their time together having sex. They plan to retire "young" and then spend time between their two houses - one of which is already paid for and the other will be by then.

As I made my way home, I mused on my well-paid job that nevertheless still seems to leave a lot of month at the end of the money. I considered my 51 reg car. I mused on the fact that I cannot do a thing I like at the weekend because "Dad's Taxis" are stagging on from Friday to Sunday. I laughingly discounted what i describe as a sex life but is really more of a random series of sexual events, seperated by extensive begging or what TFB calls "foreplay".

Gentlemen, huge piles of money, a house of your choice, good cars, fine wines, plenty of leisure activities and the occasional butt-fcuk....or a "normal" life.

It is no longer looking like the no-brainer it used to be! where are those pink cords of mine? Gervaise? Brace yourself love!
 
#2
Sod being gay..........................can't stand pain! Oh and i'm not the only "dad's taxi" on here then i see!
 

TheIronDuke

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#4
Last night I found myself in conversation with two perfectly charming, well-groomed and impeccably turned out young men.
Jesus Cuddles. Cudds. May I call you Cuddlypoos? This is the age old '8 malts up in a bothy near Inverness' convo.

Yes, fruitbats have it better than us. They go to a Kylie concert and do not pick a fight with the door staff. They know hair products, shopping, valances, thrown-together-salads and their picture frames match their soft furnishings.

But you ignore the reach-around issue.

Do you want to find a slippery slit with a clit?

Or a hairy bag of spanners?
 
#5
As I made my way home, I mused on my well-paid job that nevertheless still seems to leave a lot of month at the end of the money. I considered my 51 reg car. I mused on the fact that I cannot do a thing I like at the weekend because "Dad's Taxis" are stagging on from Friday to Sunday. I laughingly discounted what i describe as a sex life but is really more of a random series of sexual events, seperated by extensive begging or what TFB calls "foreplay".

Gentlemen, huge piles of money, a house of your choice, good cars, fine wines, plenty of leisure activities and the occasional butt-fcuk....or a "normal" life.
Personally I blame Lord Shaftesbury. If I could get the rugrats working now, it could reverse the similar month-money situation Cuddles alludes to. What's wrong with living off the toil of one's children?

One point to highlight though is we are already being financially raped by the little sods. I suppose being gay gives you more of a say
 

TheIronDuke

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#6
we are already being raped by the little sods. I suppose being gay gives you more of a say
Thanks for your input, but his is a serious discussion among heterosexual men about being hard and politicaly correct in 2010. There is no place here for filthy sodomites like you.

Are you doing anything tomorrow evening?
 
#7
If you know what taupe is, reach for Kleenex when Sex In The City 2 comes out on DVD and pass quickly over the first 30 pages of a Marshall and Ward catalogue until you reach the blerks section then, yes, you are erring to the French style of lurve.

However, I charge you now, never to eat the poo-poo.
 
#9
Cuddles, have you ever considered a career in sales?
 
#10
With a thread title that obviously refers to musical theatre, it seems you've already taken that first step.

The misogynist lyrics of your choice are a bit of a giveaway, too. Are you wearing, or have you ever knowingly worn, a cravat? I think we should be told.
 
#11
I think Cuddles may have a point here. Chap I know steps off with the other foot and he is minted as well as being very well turned out. Qualified mechanic as well, so he is able to talk a good engine. enjoy's a beer festival as much as the next man. Can explain the offside trap using cruet and bottles of sauce. tells bawdy jokes and flirts outrageously with the ladies. Works when it suits him, or when he's not ragging his motorboat between his house on the Isle of White and his house in Gosport. Thats when he's not in his villa overlooking Barcelona of course. Or at his skiing lodage.
same age as me, and he was good enough to let me have a cabby in his 09 model Aston Martin the other week. After we had both spent the morning at a trackday thrashing his Ariel Atom round the track. He declined a drive in my 1994 VW Polo.

Did I make the wrong decision? Should I have bent and taken the strain back in secondary school?
 

ugly

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#16
Sadly some gurrls seem to equate sex with sprog production!
 
#18
Cuddles, I implore you, delay that decision! All is not as it once was in the pink world. Up until recently the pink pound was seen as fairly recession proof. Those of my customers who served the 'light in the loafers' community were still ordering as if they hadn't heard of any banking crisis. Not so now though. So, what has changed, you may ask? Children! Now that cheery chappies can be legally and officially spliced they're taking the next step and adopting children! The pink pound is no longer as unassailable as it once was! Shock horror! With children comes lack of disposable income but, worst of all, comes tiredness and that way lies no sex!
Don't worry too much though, you're ginger so you've probably only been kidding yourself that you're straight. I bet you even have a few footballers you secretly admire. Come on, you're not fooling anyone any more. Wear a nice cardy and rearrange those lovely cushions you bought and just accept what you are.
PS How's the Michael Barrymore fan club coming along?
 
#19
I am happy being "dads taxi", humping the wife occasionally having a few quid for the pub on a fri & sat night rather than having expensive clothes, cars, a shed load of money and having my backside penetrated on a regular occurance thank you very much
 
#20
Okay although the having your arse banged conversation that started this thread is interesting, the subject of Dad's taxis has got me thinking.. someone start a thread about it, I would but am far to lazy! I for one will have a right bitch feast that I work all week and then spend the only time I get off, driving the wife shopping, kids into town or friends, the cunting cinema, or taking HER to see HER family as mine live in Scotland!! Glad I am not alone.. or am I!
 

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