Conversation with the boyfriend which struck fear in my heart last week:
"I'm going to a stag do next weekend so won't be coming home." (For Americans, a stag do is the same as a bachelor party)
The thought of him lying drunk in the gutter outside a lapdancing bar was suppressed quickly so I asked,
"Where are you staying?"
"In my car, I'll take the sleeping bag," was his reply.
The stag do is tonight - I bet I won't be able to sleep tonight... :(
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