I don't let myself near the internet or my phone when am on the swally any more. Used to be a laugh but it was getting out of hand
That cold sweat running down your back as you switch on phone/laptop etc ,I better be careful this weekend it's a bank holiday weekend and I'll be on the swally big time!
That awkward moment when you wake up with a faint memory of messaging your ex no facebook, you can't remember what was said, but you're fairly sure you messaged her.
That awkward moment when you wake up in a strange bed with a bird lying next to you, on checking your cock you realise you've most certainly ****ed the night before and, by the smell, it's been up the wrong 'un. Followed by the next awkward moment when your mum rolls over in bed and says to you "did we all get pissed last night?"
I do talk to myself. All the time. I worry that I talk to myself in public without being aware of it. People look at me funny sometimes and I think did I just say summat out loud there?
That awkward moment just after you have shot your load into the willing mouth on the other side of the glory hole in the gents toilets on Hamstead Heath and after you have cleaned yourself up to leave the next door cubicle opens and the bloke says "Hello Dad"
We want pics. I bet she's classy enough to take it up the chute no questions asked. Time to start a campaign to have Monica's ma join this forum.