Today, I have heard the same old stories.
Saturday Night Activities breed Sunday Morning Accounts.
I'm a bit sick of it, to be honest.
"Oh wowoz, you pulled an old ugly bald bloke? OMGZ, well done!?11>!"
"Wassat? You got lost in the centre of town and complete random man walked you home? And you took your clothes off in front of him and invited him to stay the night? Yah, that's perfectly regularly acceptable and has no hints of anything less than innocent, yah, yah, naturlich..."
"Hark, what's that I hear? The sound of relentless vomiting? Oh, what a melody to behold upon this day of rest!"
Meanwhile, I had fun at a nice people party with nice people conversation and people stupid dancing to old style music. The insecurity brigade can continue with their farcical attempt at social interaction, I arnt reet bovverd. I'll do it my way.
La la la la la, life goes on...
On the jukebox: The Beatles ~ Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
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