Hi all, to continue the misery train RTOD arrived today. For those of a delicate nature language wise, please look away now.......
FUCK ARSE CUNT BOLLOCKS SHIT WANK and FUCK AGAIN.
I was almost relived for a nano-second this morning, but I'm now sitting at my key board in tears (on the plus side at least I have a few days off & I'm alone in my house & not at my desk).
This is bad, ladies, I don't even want a gin. I'm nursing a big mug of tea.
The boyf has booked in for his wank-in-a-jar appointment & has booked a room to do the deed instead of racing across the Welsh capital with a jar of spunk in the passenger seat. He's booked the whole day off work & is quite looking forward to "having the go-ahead to read porn & crack one off in the city hospital".
We wondered if its part of the nurses' job description to buy new porn material on the way into work. And how often do they replace it? How many other sweaty, grubby mits have been turning the pages of "Chunky Asses" before you? Do they laminate the porn for that wipe clean ease? Do they have music? The boyf has just informed me he couldn't possibly perform in silence? I've told him he'll have to sing to himself.
Then a few weeks later I have the joy of an appintment myself, & possibly the delights of dildocam.
Thank fuck we're off on a fab holiday in Oct.
If you're still with me, thanks for listening. You're all beautiful.