Pish posh. I eat fruit, vegetables, and a conservative application of red meat, fish, fowl, olive oil, coconut oil, nuts, eggs, and BACON. I am willing to bet money bacon would eliminate those thoughts.
OK, so if I'm capable of any thought in the gym showers I take it as a sign of not having worked out hard enough, but surely the other two, if not normal, are at least relatively common? One of the undertakers at my gran's funeral looked like Dracula; was a real challenge to keep from giggling.
Yeah, ok, so I've had moments like that.
My family have a great black sense of humour, definitely helps you through the bad times; I've a lovely memory of my dad arguing he should be allowed seconds of Christmas dinner, as he could be six feet under by the next one - thankfully although he was at death's door, it turned out he was only playing knock & run, so the Christmas dinners continue.
Aye, but it takes a special woman to tolerate my level of weirdness. It's more than most women can take
