Yesterday it was Common Julie's birthday.
Let this be a public warning that I wasn't invited. In fact, it was only through The Dame that I heard about her Common Shenanigans.
It was probably just a drink at the local old man's pub followed by vodka induced vomiting in the taxi home. Entirely common.
Who does Common Julie think she is?
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It was no such event! The evening was pleasantly civilised, with lots of laughing and stories to listen to and tell from all ladies and gents present.
Of course things took a turn for the worst when old Common (26 to be precise) started using her joke extending spoon to pinch food from other peoples plates before cracking up over their puzzled expressions when they realised that nice piece they'd been saving until last had vanished. My plate was well guarded I hasten to add and I didnt fall foul of any such behaviour.
The highlight of the evening however has to be when Common unwrapped a blow up inflatable man called Roger. Cant possibly think who would have bought her such a thing. It even came with a vibrating willy. Well, she did say she wanted a boyfriend?!
What with work and you being a social butterfly I havent yet had chance to talk to you. The first date with Beatrice went extremely well. The place: work town. We had a nice dinner, indulged in lots of laughing and some star watching before she said she would love to see me again! The only slight problem is her ex-housemate, who I went out with on a blind date some time ago also wants to see me again. Women are like buses.
-The Dame-
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