Tonight I called into the pub for a quick pint with my girlfriend.
Now a fat bird joined us at the table and said to my gf "you make a lovely couple but what are you going to do in 20 years time when he is a pensioner and you are in your early 40s"
About 2 seconds later the table "fell over" and the fat bird was covered in her cider and black.
Two minutes later I was told (by the fat bird) that I have to pay for her clothes cleaning.
If anyone knows of a tent cleaning shop then please let me know as her jeans could easlily house a family of 6 if her fat arse was not in them.