It's my natural tendency to be friendly to "tradesmen" or anybody that finds themselves in the vicinity of my bloody awful desolate house. But these people always think "I'm coming on to them" I mean the latest one is a tiny wrinkled chappy of about 5 feet. This has always happened to me. My friend says "well, you shouldn't be so sexy" but honest lyrics I'm not. It's a bloody insult! Who do these guys think they are?? (Wouldn't much nd so much if they were fishy and good husband material)
Has Trump completely lost what was left of his mind?
Arguments with son and I don't know what to do?
Not really a scam or fraud, but I wasn't sure where else to put it.



What did the little wrinkled chap actually say to you?
Why is it "bloody awful desolate"? Do you live somewhere in the middle of the North York Moors? Or under a mountain in Scotland?
