Untruth or consequences

So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.

Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me.  I think.

Oh – nothing much, I reply.  Just saw some friends.

You smell nice.  Have you just washed your hair?

Well yes, actually.  Rather thoroughly.

Strange sort of life, we live.  Well, I do anyway.  But so do you, probably.

Fucking off now, Ma’am.


Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while.  In this case, about 11 minutes.


I have a very literal mind.  It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’.
She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics


Yurshhh mw’am.  Gulp.  Bleah!

0 thoughts on “Untruth or consequences”

  1. Nicely spotted. Oddly enough, my interest in powerful domineering women does not extend to having a Margaret Thatcher fetish, If I did, I imagine I'd be quoting him more often.

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