BigonaBianchi
Yes I can, Yes I am, Yes I did...Repeat.
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Noooooo.....please tell me ladies don't fart....
Noooooo.....please tell me ladies don't fart....
ladies do not fart. they drop their guts through their ass.lots worse.
Of course we don't. Thats why we have men. They do it all and make us women look good.
Of course she says that. That's because she wants you to continue to do all the work. Your wife clearly isn't stupid..........ladies do not fart. they drop their guts through their ass.lots worse.
I am late into the thread but i loved living alone. and hated it. Its the same as living with somebody though. you love bits and hate bits.
I could cook before i left my parents house. washing and ironing was a skill learnt quickly . My wife says I can cook clean and run a house better than she can.
would i go back to being single - Hell no.
feeling free to fart, hawk, burp, belch and pick ones nose whenever one chooses is also a bonus![]()
CA&D is pretty tame really you just have to stand your ground but be prepared to admit it when you are wrong (something a few others should consider).Wasn't thinking specifically about an individual post... just the way established groups can focus in on an individual and then it gets uncomfortable... it seems to happen most often in CA&D and Commuting.
Riding home from work a wee while ago, empty streets, blurred and water kissed by the permanent Scottish drizzle, I was reflecting on just that.2759115 said:I wonder if there is a greater correlation between cyclists, a mode of transport where you can have your own space, and people who live alone.
Much better for you than taking to the bottle or binging on chocolate though!
Moral: she embraced the pillow, not the peloton....Riding home from work a wee while ago, empty streets, blurred and water kissed by the permanent Scottish drizzle, I was reflecting on just that.
A long ago story came to mind.
There was a young, pretty, extremely clever student at Glasgow University.
She came from a small island abroad, fell in love with a Scotsman a bit older than her.
She told me, in tears: "he jumps out of bed at 6 on a weekend morning! I want romantic lie ins, he wants to go bike riding!"
Needless to say, the relationship never survived.
I think cycling taken to the extreme can be a form of escapism, unless of course you are a pro.
Much better for you than taking to the bottle or binging on chocolate though!
What is this "ironing" of which people speak?