
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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I am now a master at the fine art of writing complaint letters. And you know what is scary? When I get bad service, I secretly relish the opportunity to lay out a carefully constructed and well formed letter.
I'm such an old cunt.
( , Sat 2 May 2009, 1:07, Reply)
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