Turning into your parentsUnable 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
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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I actually went to one onceI'm talking the formal-type dinner party things...
The tux and the ferrero roche jobbies.
Felt completely out of place: People just kept asking me: "What do you do?" It was fucking annoying. Eventually when someone said: "What do you do?", I pointed out my then girlfriend and said: "Her - that's why I'm here."
Didn't go down too well...
Don't get me wrong, having a bit of food and some booze round a mates house is fine; but just for the love of god don't call them 'dinner parties'.
Gives me the heebie-jeebies.
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SpankyHanky, Wed 6 May 2009, 12:54,
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Tux and ferrero roche?Jaysus, lad, you move in very different circles to me.
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I thought I looked like James BondApparently I resembled a shaved chimp with a drinking problem....
Steer clear of those posh events, mate. They're full of wankers and women who look like horses. Fucking awful. And they don't give you beer in a pint glass: cunts.
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SpankyHanky, Wed 6 May 2009, 13:35,
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