Close to my heart.
The tendency these days to meet someone whilst drunk out of your face in a pub and immediately upon getting them out the doors (or sometimes sooner) start podgering away like a couple of rabbits on speed.

I went four years without "it" and each and every one of my friends thought there was something wrong with me as I refused to engage in sordid, drunken mangle sex amongst some bins with random slappers. I was even dumped for not accosting a lass and knobbing her senseless in the first three days of seeing her. When did everyone become slappers?

I secretly look down on them from my moral podium and await the inevitable STD's.

I did recently discover there is one kryptonite lass who short circuits my moral glands but that's another tale.

And all this faux outrage over the word common! Surely it's common to get angry about stuff you read on what is primarily a humourous interwebs page? I would be seen as common by lots of folk, doesn't bother me. I even own a pair of *gulp* G-Star jeans! (I was trying to fit in, my friends are all younger than me)
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 17 Oct 2008, 16:37, 1 reply)

What's wrong with G-stars?
MrKitty is 30 this year and that's his favourite brand.

Mind you, not that many people wear it here, so it hasn't really got any connotations...?
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Sat 18 Oct 2008, 2:03, closed)