DECIDE FOR FRAN

Following 30 years of bad decisions, stupid choices and poor judgment calls I have decided I am not equipped with the necessary maturity, logic and foresight to make my own decisions. I hereby revoke my own privilege of making any important decisions with regards to my future and well-being. I hand over this privilege to you, the masses. I POST YOU DECIDE, I OBEY. simple...

Monday, January 08, 2007

Life is not fair


Moldy Peaches: Whose Got the Crack

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/23435/moldy_peaches/The%20moldy%20peaches%20-%20%20Who%27s%20Got%20the%20Crack

I have never been so horny in my life, I have never been in such sterling physical shape, yet it seems that between 29 and 30 years of age I have developed a mature conscience and a level of pickiness which means I will never get laid!!

Yes because some day, whilst I was lying drunk in the gutter somewhere, while I was getting a lap dance from a russian illegal immigrant in a London strip joint, whilst shagging some exceptionally good-looking shallow film director wanna-be, my brian must have ticked over scruple-less, yet kind and fun loving girl of little morality- to a middle age bigot that is looking for love. And this means that for some cosmic reason that escapes me, I can no longer answer booty calls from a Portuguese ex-banker turned fruit delivery boy (with a six pack that would put Greek statues to shame). No because for as horny as I am I unconsciously decided that free love in no longer the way. You may think that is good but no! it’s a curse. Now I am horny and looking for love.

Think what that means…. In the long run…

My horny-ness will cloud my judgement and convince my brain that the unemployed alcoholic, bias to sexual asphyxiation is actually a misunderstood romantic that would make a great catch! I see it every as I eye up men 10 years younger, and actually make 2000 cups of tea because the rout to the kitchen happens to bring me by the dark room where horny quality assurance geeks (considered the bottom of the media barrel) spend the day watching TV in their sweaty gear.

I need to take immediate action- this will come in the form of an astonishingly short skirt and a pair of brand new fuck-me boots. God help me- I am going to kill my morality even if it takes me with it!

4 Comments:

At 12:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

fran. Daryl wonders whether there is actually a thing called love. i hope it does. And if so where does one find it. but if you find there isnt? you have wasted all those oppotunitys that could of end in a sticky sweaty heap of pleasure. the question must be asked is there any point what so ever of turning down a good shag. god knows the people you have to work with will thank you for it.

can i ask how many men you have knocked back, men that offered you there hearts. that would have given you the world. men that would of left you mentally, intellectualy and physical fullfilled and full of joy?
Daryl cant help but wonder if fran has set thebar to high so that no one not even Daryl the great adonis of Linconshire can reach, (though he does). Does Fran want to be reached ? ( and I am not being a smart ass, well not totally)
PS daryl is not a stalker

 
At 12:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Non capisco bene cosa ci sia scritto, ma la sensazione è che in questo periodo sarebbe bello frequentarti.
Ciao !

 
At 1:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

daryl may not be a stalker, but he certainly is stalker material

 
At 12:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

DAryl has been stalking you katsanos

 

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