For all this talk about feminism, there is something to be said for women flicking spuds in a sink and ironing shirts for the lads
Why bother chaning the gold standard. At the end of the day, it works lads. The lads go down the boozer for a swift half, and come home to a nice brew.
I remember a few years back. The local bully stole £20 quid from me. If I had the confidence I would have battered him. I got home a beaten man, and my Mum made me a brew and mothered me back into a good mood.
I remember being called an ugly bastard by some women down the boozer. And my then girlfriend cheered me up by cooking and cleaning for me. I dumped because she was a rhino, but it was nice to be appreiated.
These women serve a purpose, at the end of the day.
Why bother chaning the gold standard. At the end of the day, it works lads. The lads go down the boozer for a swift half, and come home to a nice brew.
I remember a few years back. The local bully stole £20 quid from me. If I had the confidence I would have battered him. I got home a beaten man, and my Mum made me a brew and mothered me back into a good mood.
I remember being called an ugly bastard by some women down the boozer. And my then girlfriend cheered me up by cooking and cleaning for me. I dumped because she was a rhino, but it was nice to be appreiated.
These women serve a purpose, at the end of the day.
