Shouting really rude words while driving
But I forgot I was in my convertible the other day and said a naughty word when a child was in earshot.

Also, getting to work late and taking ages drinking my first cup of tea and reading the paper. But then when I work 50 hours a week I think I'm allowed that first 20 minutes.

Singing really badly to songs.

Telling myself really, really bad jokes in really, really bad accents.

Eating really messily and getting pasta sauce all over my face. Mind you, I also find a girl who gets food everywhere a real turn-on.

Resting my hand on my knackersack. It's reassuring to know it's still there.

Edit: and the cheese thing - I like to eat cheese at night too. Don't know why I feel guilty about it, it's my cheese.
(Fat Bear is adjusting your breasts on, Thu 7 Apr 2005, 16:23, Reply)