The Bitter End of Bawbag

And so we say farewell to Bawbag, who with any luck we won’t be seeing again.

His moll will be taking care of his business, an excellent example of nice girls finish last as his wife will now be left holding the baby and little else.

Having discussed this scenario with a number of people, I am apparently the only woman who said no to him, everyone else thought it was perfectly OK to bang some Lybian chick’s husband as she would be unlikely to find out.

People are repulsive.  So much for standards.  Skanks are in fashion.

I did meet someone worth marrying last week, however our politics are not compatible and he apparently doesn’t know how to keep his big mouth shut.  I lasted a week.

Sadly I am neither mercurial nor sensible, as this relationship might otherwise have actually worked.

Not really in the mood for meeting more people at the moment, so carrying out some work in private.

Am thinking about doing a collection of Bawbags as I may find a coffee shop worth decorating some day.

I’m starting to doubt it.

 

 

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