To be fair, there is one occasion when it's aceptable to walk, or rather slowly stroll, with yer arms folded. It's when ye've been dragged of shopping and are enduring that interminable hell of following her around a clothes/shoe shop while she examines and tries on every single ****in item in the place. It's the universal signal of men saying get me the **** out of here I should be in the ****in pub.
suppose its a case of preference some men like cats some men like to wear orange and march each to their own
I used to have a dog called George. He contracted dog flu and died sadly. I don't like to talk about him. Upsets me. Im quite a sensitive guy really.
So, Tina, what will you be wearing at aroun 11pm the night? Oh, wait. It's Jen's turn the night. Never mind.