Thursday is usually a cunt-free day at the pub, because he always goes to his parents for jelly and blancmange. Yesterday he was crafty and left his parents early, and turned up at about 9pm. I must not allow myself to be lulled into a false sense of security in future. The man is such a bloody pest when he starts talking, because he doesn't stop talking. Ouch.
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