There's something wonderfully liberating about wallowing in your own discarded takeaway cartons and filth.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 16 Jul 2013, 11:55, 1 reply)

I generally treat myself to a day off for my birthday.
I have spent it in my pants, listening to dub and metal at high volume, drinking beer and surfing the net.

It is quite, quite wonderful.

But not something I'd like to do for more than a day.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 16 Jul 2013, 12:31, closed)

I once treated a hangover by sitting in my pants and eating an entire massive sherry trifle I'd prepared for visitors.
I was still in my pants when they arrived. I'm the world's best hostess.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 16 Jul 2013, 12:58, closed)

That's impressive.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 16 Jul 2013, 14:07, closed)