All my friends are getting laid. All my single friends that is.
I'm meant to have it on tap, but it's not quite like that at the moment.
I get the e-mail this morning: "Good morning (Peas on Toast)! Isn't it just a glorious day??"
Wopah. Moogs got laid.
Then another one: "Hi (Peas). It only took me 1.5 minutes to get to work this morning, and I'm still in the clothes I was wearing yesterday. Let's just say that I got more than I bargained for by being dragged to an art exhibition yesterday."
Then an sms yesterday: "(Peas), what do u mean this is the official third napover i've had?"
And on top of it, I think my nasty ex is seeing someone. So he's making bacon as well. Ponce.