Don't worry I read the guardian, have some resemblance of a social life, a job and a relatively accurate tax code. What's more i wear skinny jeans and can quote Satre in French.
thought so, lets go get drunk make small talk and spend two hours trying to ascertain whether the other is the type to own a sex dungeon and whether or not we are in fact OK with that.
Considering what would happen if you stapled buttered bread to the back of a cat and dropped it.
Carrying small people
personally i don't think he understood my motivation for writing a 6 page ode to megabus whilst travelling from London to Glasgow.