What do you do when the other half/wife/husband/kids/pets are away and you have the home to yourself?

My puerile antics tend to involve eating loads of nuts (the OH is allergic), drinking loads of beer, watching TV with feet up, going to bed very late, and, apparently, posting nonsense on bike forums. This is usually accompanied with notions of grand designs that never seem to get realised.

If the weather had been better I’d have been out for a massive ride and then gorged on nuts, snacks, sandwiches and beer. And often I’d be out with friends, but I’m talking about when it seems right to go incognito.

I watch classic Sci-fi films as the OH isn’t into sci-fi. Also consume copious amounts of fine red wine……

She’s at her mothers this week,so I’ve just had cheesy beans on toast lovely. I don’t tend to eat working class food nowadays you see. Now about to settle down with pop and crisps and watch the ITV documentary on Death Row something else I would not have been allowed to do if she was here.

I dress up in her underwear and call myself Mary.

I **** myself dry

I have a special pair of pants for such occasions.

I have a special pair of HER pants for such occasions.

The 3 Ms.

Moët, Modern Warfare and Masturabation.

Ride the motorbike lots, eat baked beans on toast & gorge myself on pickled onions, oh & leave the bedroom window open overnight. Dig out the vinyl & turn up the volume – the missus never really liked The Groundhogs, Edgar Broughton etc. and turn the thermostat on the CH down.

Smash in a takeaway curry with loads of coke, wash it all down with a tin of quality street while sitting in my pants and playing call of duty, letting all my opponents know how much I like their mums. In that order.

Mine is away next Monday 👿
I am night shift 🙄

Pizza and beer, watching crappy sci-fi films or playing Mass Effect 3 multiplayer.

In my pants.

MsD is working late tomorrow night, so…

My Friday night will consist of a chinese, some red wine & possibly beer, the bike workstand brought in from the shed, the fitting of my TF Tuned shock and a brake bleed IN THE WARM whilst listening to my music at loud volume 🙂

(Yes, i have small horizons these days)

As I’m single, most of my evenings are spent doing many of those things. Listening to the remastered Floyd DSOTM double CD I got in HMV for a tenner this afternoon while drinking a nice highland single malt at the mo’.

Merckx above, we really are all the same!

TF2.

a chunk of the above…

Fine food she doesn’t like of for some reason is “Unhealthy”, fine beer and wine COD or Half Life (all of them) she just doesn’t get the aliens or why I want to kill them with a crow bar.

That and some top tunes loud

Man Vs Food marathon. Haven’t we done this already?

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Maybe not

I shit the bed. She never lets me do that.

I win.

I invite my mistress over 😉

Yes MrBrick, you certainly do.

Quality thread

Its been Battlestar Galactica on Bluray. Halo 4 and Homebrew for me.

She’s not back till monday

turn the amp up, then inevitably break a string.

I **** myself dry

+1

I’m quite surprised to learn that there are seemingly alternatives to profuse and chronic masturbation.

Internet. Tissues. It’s the law.

After that has run its course – booze, loud music, Grand Tour or MotoGP dvds.

turn the amp up, then inevitably break a string

Given most other responses about how to pass the time, I assume you mean your banjo string.

AdamW – Member

Pizza and beer, watching crappy sci-fi films or playing Mass Effect 3 multiplayer.

In my pants.

Similar, but in someone elses pants.

invite exes round

Ride the motorbike lots, eat baked beans on toast & gorge myself on pickled onions, oh & leave the bedroom window open overnight. Dig out the vinyl & turn up the volume – the missus never really liked The Groundhogs, Edgar Broughton etc. and turn the thermostat on the CH down.

I’m dobbing you right in!

High class hookers…

I am footflaps and I claim my five pounds.

eating loads of nuts (the OH is allergic),

I do similar but with cheese due to OH allergy (cheese on toast is the preferred)

edit: I forgot to say also do the ironing in front of the TV… (sad but true Sunday evening task)

I don’t turn the TV on.

drink beers, pick up the bass and then pretend to be Flea. If there was a decent indian in these parts, i’d be in heaven.

Turn the television OFF.

Mostly Balanced – Member
Turn the television OFF.

I feel your pain man 😐

I watch classic Sci-fi films as the OH isn’t into sci-fi. Also consume copious amounts of fine red wine……

Man after my own heart…as sad as it is this is also me 😀

then ##### myself dry.

Pron on the big telly and then **** ’till I’m puffing dust