Racked with guilt.Oh im so so sorry to hear about your dilema ,you poor little pudding pie.
Remember im always here to listen.....................even if it is BS.You my friend are a tirade of verbal incontinence coupled with the self control of Bishop with a porn mag.Not long ago,oh yes ,i remember.Im not that senile yet.You said and complained about being stood up.Then you come here and ask ppl their advice on whether to tell your gf (god help the poor creature) that you visit escorts.You were hoping we'd all say yep, tell her and then you tell her and she would say "ah EX darling,i dont mind you visiting escorts.Plz dont let me spoil your anal and penetrative adventures.Go ahead ,heres 170,go and see an escort and ill have your lunch made for you when you return with a rectal smile."
Your a dreamer.FFS have you any idea about women?I can imagine you in the movies with a friend or in a pub.
"Hey Ex that one really likes you,she is well into you".
"What one?"
"That one"
"Which one"
"That one there."
"Wha.......hey will you stop that girl.I was talking to my pal.Dirty habit you got there,sticking your tongue in my ear.What one?"
For gods sake.you collect for ST Vinnies de Paul and then go to the amusement arcade with the money.ypou remind me of that dubladooooooo AKA the ladooooooOOOOOOO, our long gone but not forgotten moral adviser.He started off giving ppl moral lessons and then progressed to fondlinglap dnacers and eventually daydreamer of playing with grannies in the backs of Dublins buses.I reckon he is out their somewhere now,with his new gf and he is saying the same things youe saying.Oh dear im racked with guilt just like himself and the rest of his hard working (joke intended) colleagues for screwing this nation.
Ah but sure no harm in dreaming i guess.Seeing bunny rabbits and gold plated rainbows from your jax bowel window.In any event ,plz excuse me now.I want to catch a glimpse of The Hanging Gardens of Babylon from my window before sunsets.
You cause Oprah to kill herself,
Westside.