might change that title. it fucking stinks
anyway, I’ve got a stag do on the horizon and the madness has started already.
signed up for facebook messenger like a true friend. (with some other cunts login) bored already. should I be bored? probably not
called my friend the other day with unrelated query. chat soon went onto the stag. he said he didn’t know what to do. told him it was his day, so it’s his decision. told him he needs to be assertive on this one.
ANYWAY, next thing, his WIFE-TO-BE is on the phone! I kid you not. starts chipping in with suggestions, in her oh-so bullying way. I was half-seeing this girl way back and I am fully aware of her busy-body nature. used to work with her as well and she’d always be telling me what to do! yep…one of those
so - thoughts on the fiance getting involved? no real issue myself, but you may see things differently. bit cheeky though innit? or is it? again, I’m not saying it is. should she be concentrating solely on the hen bash? dunno. why does she always stick her beak in? not sure. am I glad our ‘thing’ didn’t go further? fucking course I am!
that’s it for now