Call me crazy

Firstly I commiserate with you Z, this plight you suffer is wide spread (haha spread, or not as the case may be)
Perhaps we can all scout candidates at our newly appointed Beeifaction??
Lets get this organized!

Now I gotta comment on my NYE action, a little late off the mark but I had to dedicate a bit of time for typing.
I went with a friend and her boyfriend, to a club in the city which was about three guys to one girl and consumed enough champagne and vodka to slow a rhino but to no effect (don’t you hate that!)
After dancing about for a while, I found someone suitable looking for NYE pash, we danced for a while, had afore mention snogging session we popped outside to get some air and a change of pashing scenery. After some unintelligible mumbling I worked out he was asking if I wanted to fuck him… there on bloody Hunter Street.
Call me crazy, perhaps all the Rob Zombie I’ve been listening to has softened my brain, but this isn’t my ideal locale, grimy city side street with someone who looked like a tall Eminem.

Well you get what you pay for I suppose lol.