I'm a damn fine house-husband though - breakfast in bed, tasty homemade Goodness delivered to the sweatshop at lunchtime for whichever lucky lass is subsidising my existence at the time, more mighty fine munchies for dins but with bonus booze, droogz, "scintillating" conversation and a damn fine rogering to round off the evening, I'm virtually a rent boy only considerably cheaper and with less boy-love, BJs and bumsex involvedm perhaps.
Only been signing on for around 12 weeks.
I thought you loved the job centre and they were always great to you?
How so?
I thought you loved the job centre and they were always great to you?![]()