Wow. 14 hours at work later and this is now much better than talking about motorbikes 🙂
To coincide with this thread, one of the girls at work made a point of asking if I was going to her birthday party in a couple of weeks. She also new I wasn’t at work that night (or the next day) which, with my odd shifts meant she must have checked!
Then she sprung on me that it was fancy dress and what was my costume going to be? Caught offguard with a mouthful of lettuce and tomato, all I could think of was the old chestnut “oh, I’ll be premature ejaculation”. Blank look (oh joy she doesn’t know it) “yes, I’ll be coming in my pants”. Bizarrely, she stomped off saying I was disgusting.
I think I’m in 😉