The morning after new years eve a couple of years ago
i was performing the traditional walk of shame back home. i had somehow lost my belt and was keeping my jeans up (they were very baggy) by keeping my hands in my pockets. i got on a bus that was like gods waiting room and went to pay for my fare,in doing so i foolishly removed my hands from my pockets. inevitably my trousers fell to my feet. this would not have been such a traumatic ordeal had i not been wearing a "pirate" thong, with an eye patch, a googly eye, a "nose" and a "moustache". i was so embarrased that i didnt even bend down to pull them up,everyone had seen anyway, i just waddled to the nearest empty seat with my jacobs flapping like a flag in a gentle breeze and a sinking sense of shame.
( Glovington, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 19:03, 1 reply)

Whilst I wish you well...
I give you a month before you drunkenly amble into her room pissed as a newt...

A month and a few days before you have to arrange for a new housemate...

I'm hoping the 'under promise, over delivery' strategy is going to work for you here...
( elgordo, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 22:44, closed)