Sorry for your loss, old boy. I hope it wasnt anyone too close.
Though, it has to be said, this is a very Fash post.
Sorry for your loss, old boy. I hope it wasnt anyone too close.
Though, it has to be said, this is a very Fash post.
You're assuming it's the funeral of someone he knew there? If not, and he's a funeral crasher, that would explain the odd looks imo.Originally Posted by The Jorge
I'm confused. I don't know who anyone is any more. I wish people wouldn't play this multi-login, change identity game. It's most unfair imo.
The Fash/Pat dichotomy predates all of that.
Pat is the mature, guitar playing, happily married successful man in his 30s. Fash was the socially awkward MMA fan with adultwork gold account and a massive self-loathing complex.
Anyway, you changed your name too.
I preferred Fash
I abbrieviated the login so I can use the new site. I didn't change my identity, which is what I said.
So Prat is Pat and not someone else taking the piss?
No I'm not Prat. but I am flattered that someone would parody my character.
With the new board perhaps I should move to a 3rd character.
oh yeah, I didnt notice that.
Nobody does me any more
Unlike the dead man, I survived the funeral after-party.
I made a mental note of the body language and lack of eye contact from one or two or three when we did the hugging, kissing and **** thing.
I cannot remember the conversations which took place. I was not listening with any interest but think I laughed in the right places.
Some small woman told me the same groping story three times in quick succession. Another woman with a nice face had a voice like a foghorn was funny but could be heard however far away she was. I think she would be noisy in bed.
I saw a woman with strong lipstick who I had once kissed with passion and another one who I have had intercourse with. She has aged badly and expanded around the middle
Why do the women group together making it difficult to approach one for a chat?
The only lager they had was a dustbin full of Fosters cans floating in water. I kept having trouble with the tongs putting ice in my cheap **** scotch and coke so sneakily used my fingers. The buffet was a pile of cund.
There were no punch ups. I couldn't find a back exit to leave by so had to walk past the crowd to go out by the front door. I didn't know all their names.
10 characters? Pile of cund.
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