What Makes Me Happy: |
| Wearing panties and stockings | What Makes Me Sad: |
| Being solo in them | What Makes Me Mad: |
| ...err...mispronounced words? Poor punctuation? Sorry-ass spelling and grammar? I know - old guys, like me, who wear their caps the wrong way around. Or, even worse, SIDEWAYS! And young or old guys, like me, who (probably also) fail at wearing their pants properly hitched up. So low-slung you can't even see their shoes because they're walking on their trouser legs? Goodness me, did their fathers not beat them enough?
And people who pronounce Ireland with a fake Irish accent yet don't do it with South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, France, Germany, Italy ..... god, they're so precious about Ireland! Why Ireland? That one really gets up my nose.
I think I'll go and have a lie down now. | My Bad Habits: |
| Masturbating in panties and stockings, pedantry and one-eyed judgemental bigotry. And masturbating. | My Final Thoughts: |
| If I was a millionare...
I'd buy an Ariel Atom. And a whole bunch of other stuff, for the sake of the economy. Especially undies. The elastic's gone in too many of them and I've been slack getting new ones. Actually, I rather like the way my goods hang free. Although having to be surreptitious about hitching the buggers back up when they droop too far can make you walk funny. |