bloody hell
what a twunt. albeit a twunt who sounds like he may well have been speaking to my parents recently.

Mr vitC and I are expecting a sprog later this year - he proposed a couple of weeks ago, so we're at least engaged now, but we don't have time or money to get married in the way we want before the micronutrient appears. However, we do plan to marry eventually, and did plan to before baby was even a glint in mr vitCs eye. My parents (and grandparents) all think that we are going to be bad parents just because we won't be married when baby arrives. I'm fairly convinced that a ceremony and bit of paper will make not the slightest bit of a difference to our parenting ability.

Sorry, this is a pet peeve just now, and hormones are preventing me from constructing an eloquent arguement, which is all the more frustrating. I'll just have to go and punch someone instead.
( ascorbate, Thu 14 May 2009, 15:15, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

You could
go to BBC I Player, select today's Jeremy Vine show on Radio 2 and listen to the smug cunt spouting this claptrap.

Then throw your computer out of the window in a fit of rage.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 14 May 2009, 15:47, Reply)

hmm
tempting though it is, I value my computer too highly to do that. I may just have to go out and nut a passing chav.
( ascorbate, Thu 14 May 2009, 16:30, Reply)

Yay!

( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 14 May 2009, 16:54, Reply)