As a final fling before Mrs D returns from her debauchery in Europe, I'm having the ironically-named Boarking over for a few beers and a night of oggling fit young men in tight shorts.
The last time I had a few lads over in Mrs D's absence I ended up getting plastered, chucking my guts up and then falling over in the bath room, cracking a couple of ribs and turning my left side a wonderful shade of puce (rather appropriately, given the title of this post).
So clearly I can't be trusted around alcohol and men when my main squeeze is away. Who knows what'll happen tonight before half time? He is a good looking man, after all ... for an old bloke.
If only Warrick was on the tube as well ... oooooh pinch me! Pic: http://www.afl.com.au
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