I agree...
...in 4th year, my boyfriend lived right at the back of the school, so I used to call for him at 830, we'd watch Laverne and Shirley on Channel 4 and then were always five minutes late in to class. Then we'd nip home for a shag at lunchtime, and watch Pob. Brilliant times. He dumped me while I was on the French exchange. Came back with a saucy French twinkle in my little eye, only to find he was shagging his midgety next-door neighbour. Git.
(twatspangler is bent over in front of your dad on, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 19:33, Reply)