When I worked in London one of my good friends was my co-worker Amanda.
We used to get lunch together most days and if the boss was out we'd stretch lunch out to two hours and have a nice sit down meal, all while gossiping like the cast of mean girls. One day, as we were being seated, Amanda was telling me about her plans that night, she had a second date with a "really sexy Irish woman". Amanda nipped off to the loo just before the waiter came over. I ordered our meals and a glass of wine for myself, the waiter asked "and your friend, what shall she be drinking?"
"Oh, Mandy, fur cup."
(Roger McGough-Pipe, Thu 8 Aug 2013, 12:16, 1 reply)

Yes, yes - all seems in order here.
Click.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 8 Aug 2013, 12:38, closed)