Make love, not war.

has this been resolved yet?

Tell us more about the supermarket?

Well:

Looking forward to a quiet evening in

the

supermarket

.

I notice women's bosoms and bottoms

and

had

a nice wank

A confession, of sorts...

A* thread. Would read again.

Too much testosterone.

I'm convinced of that diagnosis, as I'm also having one of those days where I notice women's bosoms and bottoms before I notice their faces. It's a bit anti-social.

I know the feeling.

Unfortunately, I've started talking to my self. Actually, not to myself, but I talk as if someone is with me when I'm on my own:

Girl enters shop, dressed skimpily.
Me, muttering: "Oh, would you look at that... sweet Jesus Christ... check out them puppies.
Me: "Oh yes, that's it... reach for those Birds Eye potato waffles, go on, right at the bottom of the freezer... that's it... bend over..."
Me: "BINGO!"
Store Manager: "Excuse me sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're scaring the customers.

I also groan in public.

Sometimes it's sexual, sometimes it's because I've remembered something I've done that is really embarrassing.
Like ranting at girls in shops.

Good morning! What a beautiful day :D

This is working, anyone got a tissue?