That’s what they’re for of course:
Modern life is lonely. We all need someone to help
Deborah Orr
Will moved out recently.
That’s what they’re for of course:
Modern life is lonely. We all need someone to help
Deborah Orr
Will moved out recently.
“A quick chat back at mine about…” they’re predatory anecdotists too.
She should think of it as a home improvement.
‘(Do you need anybody?)
I need somebody to love
(Could it be anybody?)
I want somebody to love’
Last thing I’d want if upset on a bus is a middle age interfering busybody virtue signalling.
The Guardian serves as a sump in which all the sad, liquid effluvia of heart-on-sleeve virtue-bragging accumulates.
Where’s Julia’s violin when I need it?
Does this mean I could get a girlfriend on the NHS?
Yes, but she might still have a dick.
In other breaking news the Telegraph is offering us- Bryony Gordon “My battle with drink and facing up to being an addict ”
No doubt you are already, credit card in hand, itching to be privy to this Premium rated tale.
We should club together and buy her a cat tray for Christmas.
“No doubt you are already, credit card in hand, itching to be privy to this Premium rated tale.”
LOL! Good one.
I’ll drink to that!
Cheers
@bloke in spain, December 16, 2017 at 6:48 pm
Not read it, but my guess:
“I drank and smoked too much when a young single party animal; met a nice man, became pregnant and a responsible adult.”