OK: that’s not strictly accurate: obviously I am a doormat. But I’m not just a doormat, you know? I am also a foot-rest, a cup-holder, a draft excluder, a bookshelf end and a rather amusing vase for flowers. Although no more than three of those things simultaneously.
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| It’s odd how sometimes the most sadistic individuals so often realise later that they weren’t cruel enough. My SO has this problem all the time: you’d think she’d learn and stop being so lenient. |
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| So… does that mean next week it’s my turn again? No? Oh. |
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| There seems to be quite a lot of shared understanding in that room. Obviously some great teaching techniques being applied. |
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| Lion? Lover-boy? Lady-killer? Liposome? Leprechuan? |
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| Perhaps they could somehow transplant the ones from the real rapist? After a fair trial and conviction, obviously. Oh – he already lost them in the police station? That’s unlucky. Funny how often that happens… you’d think the police would take more care. |
