I can see this but disagree with the approach. If she can’t talk to her partner about her issues then there’s deeper problems than just this one. As a man in a healthy relationship I’m sure you can appreciate this can’t you?
Show me where I was mocking her weight issues? Any more accusations you’d like to throw out there while you’re at it?
I most certainly can mate… I still don’t think I would tell her she has put on weight tho. I’d start cursing the dryer for shrinking her clothes and say we must get it fixed… This should start her thinking . I would also tell her about the new diet I am starting and the benefits of it and ask her does she wanna do it with me etc.
No not until Rocko fixes the issue with posting from the iphone.
I would previously make tremendous effort to get the cursor underneath the post.
But no more until it is resolved.
+1 and well said. He’s so busy changing the colour of the background every other fucking day that he’s ignoring a huge issue that is making life a misery for a huge cohort of posters. [quote=“The Runt, post: 99145”]
No not until Rocko fixes the issue with posting from the iphone.
I would previously make tremendous effort to get the cursor underneath the post.
But no more until it is resolved.
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I’ve never been but if I ever move back to Dublin I’ll need to expand my social horizons, Coppers just doesn’t do it for me anymore. The Lost Society sounds like it could be just the place I’m looking for. Other I’ll consider are:
Copan in Rathmines
No name bar
The Market Bar
Dakota
Fingers crossed this is just a contingency plan though and I get to stay here.
I’ve been in all 4 of them and would never cross the threshold of any of them again, especially the first two. The Market Bar isnt the worst, but still, a bit of a cuntfest.
I live with a Balkan girl, close to 40 years old. She was meeting an ex-boyfriend for a drink tonight for the first time in 6 months. I don’t think they went out for that long. He’s Irish and initiated the meeting with her. She told me she had no interest in getting back together with him. So far so what. Anyway, she arrives home a couple of hours later with a gigantic, glossy, Christmas shopping bag. Big enough to fit a child in. In it were 12 individually and meticulously wrapped presents, all look like decent stuff, one was a bottle of wine anyway. She opens up the card. €20 lotto ticket in it and an explanation that these were 12 presents for the 12 days of Christmas.
What an unbelievably sad cunt this poor fucker must be. :lol: