'There comes a time in a man's life', droned the Gourd, 'not that he's exactly dissatisfied with his wife, sorry,
life, freudian slip, I meant life, it's the beers, it's the beers - but there comes a time when circumstances conspire to bring to light an awareness of an inner emptiness, a lack of purpose. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Of course he could ignore it and just carry on in the same old rut, but there comes a time...' '500', said Zarina, looking past his left ear at tomorrow's breakfast.
Now, it might be pure coincidence, but a mere three weeks after the second visit to Qatar, in as many months, by the Irish International Alt...
LOL Well thank God I'm not a man then. If only women were beers, eh?
ReplyDeleteWhat, with a happy hour?
ReplyDeleteround the clock, baby! lol
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