Texting and driving
I don't see the problem with texting, eating or drinking if you're stuck at a set of lights or in a traffic jam. But doing any of the above while on the move is facking stupid.
FWIW I hate texting too, but at the moment it's a necessary evil if I want to keep in touch with women, as it seems virtually the only way to get hold of them.
FWIW I hate texting too, but at the moment it's a necessary evil if I want to keep in touch with women, as it seems virtually the only way to get hold of them.
Originally Posted by Bada Bing!,Feb 2 2009, 05:08 PM
FWIW I hate texting too, but at the moment it's a necessary evil if I want to keep in touch with women, as it seems virtually the only way to get hold of them.

and infinitely preferable to chatting about precisely NOTHING
not that I have your address book Gaz
I could do with someone else's after this weekend. 
I did Saturday night's effort last week too, and met her in her local pub. It was in an absolute dive of a village in darkest East Ayrshire with louts outside looking at my car in a manner that reminded me of stoneage men discovering fire.
She then asked me to show her 3 friends my cock because she'd been telling them about it, and neither she nor any of them had been with a guy with no foreskin. She then proceeded to fack about with my stereo on the way home and spill bacardi breezer on the carpets.
Still she took a hell of a punishing when I got her home. So much so the (wannabe) glamour model who was coming to see me on Sunday had to be cancelled.
I have no idea why I have just spewed this all out, other than the fact that her conversation is rotten. I was getting bored of posh birds, but I think I'll go back to them now I've gone to the other end of the spectrum.

I did Saturday night's effort last week too, and met her in her local pub. It was in an absolute dive of a village in darkest East Ayrshire with louts outside looking at my car in a manner that reminded me of stoneage men discovering fire.
She then asked me to show her 3 friends my cock because she'd been telling them about it, and neither she nor any of them had been with a guy with no foreskin. She then proceeded to fack about with my stereo on the way home and spill bacardi breezer on the carpets.
Still she took a hell of a punishing when I got her home. So much so the (wannabe) glamour model who was coming to see me on Sunday had to be cancelled.
I have no idea why I have just spewed this all out, other than the fact that her conversation is rotten. I was getting bored of posh birds, but I think I'll go back to them now I've gone to the other end of the spectrum.
I watched my mirror in horror this morning as a complete nugget in a Cherokee behind me was fish tailing his car down the snow covered road (couldn't tell if it was deliberate or not and couldn't decide if that made it better or worse), a few inches from the back bumper of my crappy little Pug 106 beater, with his phone pressed up against his brainless head.
His two-tonne lump would have gone over me like I wasn't there.
(Hell, this post seems boring after reading Bada's).
His two-tonne lump would have gone over me like I wasn't there.
(Hell, this post seems boring after reading Bada's).
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Originally Posted by Bada Bing!,Feb 2 2009, 02:15 PM
You should have overtaken him and grabbed a picture with your camera phone to report him. 






