Subject: Procrastination

I'm trying to avoid cleaning the house. If you lot don't pull your socks up and entertain me in here, I'm going to have to do it! Get on it, people.

Procrastination...?

Are you suggesting I'm a cyberman?

Procrastination is like masturbation: at the end of the day you're only f**king yourself.

P.S. Yes, forking.

Yes.

Don't you have a cleaner ? Surely with all that money saved in tax you could afford a Pole, or at least a Lithuanian.
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he may enjoy cleaning up in an item of womens clothing, not that i have ever dont that of course..

No. It's so filthy that I'd be embarrassed to get a cleaner in. Once I have cleaned it up a bit, I intend to get a pole or something.

for dancing on obviously...

If she's good looking enough and she'll let me, then yes. In fact just if she's good looking enough. I've never let that consent nonsense get in the way.

But surely you're so filthy a cleaner would be embarrassed to get you in.

Noone need ever know.

(plus: they all want filthy really. Deep down. So to speak)

antiprocrastination song

your post reminded me of a gem from my school dayz... and i found it on youtube for you... should take care of your attitude, young man.

"young man"? Why, you flatter me.

Last time I was in the UK, I stopped at a motorway service station for a wee and some spicy chicken and on my way through, some credit card bird said "Excuse me sir, are you over 23?" I had been on a course (read "booze up paid for by the company") for a week, and had four week old Amos style sideburns and a week's worth of stubble on the rest of my face. I laughed and told her that while I admired her tack in using flattery that the lure of the colonel was too much.

When you say, "credit card bird"; are we to assume you used her as your flexible friend?