the war general
conversation with mate goes...
mate: hornball, who you eating this week?
me: no one, got to work. actually there's a mcdreamy i want to see but he keeps putting me off.
mate: haha, maybe he ain't too mcdreamy in real.
me: probably, or so mcdreamy that i'm relegated down the list with the number of sluts throwing themselves at him. i think very highly of the potentials before i sleep with them.
mate: you do that, it's easy to bring them down later.
me: haha, you know me.
mate: you're a war general, overestimate the enemy, and when you meet them, destroy them and go away thinking, they are pathetic. it's a classic war approach amongst seasonsed men who have led some of the biggest war campaigns.
note to self: must try not to trot all over men. i heard they have feelings too. note to all: i am a very nice girl, no really, i am. promise.
another conversation with another mate goes...
me: i saw (this fine specimen) last night.
mate: saw?
me: met.
mate: met?
me: had a drink with.
mate: had a drink with?
me: fucked.
mate: that's better. now tell me all about it.
yet another conversation with yet another mate goes...
mate: burp. drinking bubbles.
me: nice one, but aren't you at the office?
mate: it's friday, everyone's pissed. you're just jealous because you can't drink.
me: i've been drinking too much really.
mate: feeling suicidal are we?
me: as long as you promise to be at my funeral.
mate: you'll be dead, you won't know if i don't show.
lovely.
fact of the day: burp... two beers today. best shut up and watch the cricket.
music of the hour: my burps
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