In today's busy world
people barely get a moment to themselves, we're constantly on the go, working, paying bills, and worrying about the little things. It's almost impossible to find a moment for yourself, let alone for the people that really matter; the few close friends, family members and loved ones that we actually care about.

That's why, whenever I do a poo, I text the mrs to tell her that I love her, and she'll never know that I'm squeezing out a turgid toe-curler as I write my tokens of love and affection towards her.
That could really spoil the romance.
(Bert Monkeysex's Evil Twin is dead, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 10:19, closed)