I've bitched about this many times before and I'm not about to start a new trend by stopping. I HATE LECHERS. DIE, LECHERS. Especially the lecher on the tenth floor who is so desperate for a shag that he won't think twice about his image or reputation before turning around to stare at me when he gets out of the lift. And anyway what kind of decent man walks around the estate in a long shirt that barely covers his 70s style hot pants! Hello uncle, this isn't the age of Sodom and Gomorrah anymore, you can't get away with heathen behaviour much longer. Watch your back.

posted by beautiful at 12:55 am