This is the sort of thing drunk by people who also like to talk about and promote 'sustainability'. I just asked her "what are the air miles on that?". Cue red face.
Personally I always comfort myself with the knowledge that the bourgeois are awful at teh sex.
much more radical gesture of a good old-fashioned slap across the face.
And with every thrust let out a gutteral, primal wail of "CLASS WAAAAAAUUUGH!"
revolutionary act of synthesis".
Works every time
or that you knew it wasn't me but were engaging in some #epicbantz.
Or was it the other way round?
horror of finding out that you actually enjoy that sort of thing. *shudder*