Came back from work about lunchtime
the other day; the Turk that's been living in the apartment was standing in the
kitchen in his pyjamas - blue things that have definitely past their bin by
date. My first thought was, lazy
cunt, but this was quickly eclipsed by the second thought, they don't do anything for you, son.
Now, it's probably a piece of piss for Messrs Clooney,
Depp, et al. to carry off the whole PJ ensemble, and I'm sure they look very
well too, but the stark truth is that the average bloke shouldn't be (or should
only be) seen dead in his pyjamas. If I was a woman waking up beside an
'Alan-Harper-attired' twat, I don't think it would inspire a wide-on regardless
of the morning glory that may be poking through the flap of the PJ bottoms.
A proper bloke should sleep naked, wake up proud and
hard, give his ass a good scratch, and let his nearest and dearest know that
he's awake...
