'Cubbing with' brings back such lovely memories of hanging out and playing with my older brothers when we were children.
Coincidentally, we've arranged to go away for a night with our parents next week. Our first holiday with just the five of us since we were teenagers. My parents will have one hotel room and I'll be sharing another room with my brothers. I will carry 'cubbing with' with me as I spend quality time with the people who've known me longer than anyone else :)
Juliet starts writing her own narrative, one that is of no interest to any audience: an author's absolute nightmare. Shakespeare despairs that he no longer holds the power to direct her or kill her off, but, happily for him, she's cool with slinking off into obscurity. Meanwhile, Romeo remains young, dumb, and full of cum, so Shakespeare is able to recast the poor, misguided fool in different stories for the next 15 years, much to the delight of theatregoers worldwide... until comes the day that Romeo realises his own statistical insignificance, and hits up Juliet - who now runs her own psychotherapy practice in Florence - for help in navigating his mid-life crisis. All's well that ends well.
'Cubbing with' brings back such lovely memories of hanging out and playing with my older brothers when we were children.
Coincidentally, we've arranged to go away for a night with our parents next week. Our first holiday with just the five of us since we were teenagers. My parents will have one hotel room and I'll be sharing another room with my brothers. I will carry 'cubbing with' with me as I spend quality time with the people who've known me longer than anyone else :)
Going cubbing much preferred to going clubbing. It's up there with 'not going out'.
I like the one where you realize your insignificance but want another beer. Very relatable :D
Juliet starts writing her own narrative, one that is of no interest to any audience: an author's absolute nightmare. Shakespeare despairs that he no longer holds the power to direct her or kill her off, but, happily for him, she's cool with slinking off into obscurity. Meanwhile, Romeo remains young, dumb, and full of cum, so Shakespeare is able to recast the poor, misguided fool in different stories for the next 15 years, much to the delight of theatregoers worldwide... until comes the day that Romeo realises his own statistical insignificance, and hits up Juliet - who now runs her own psychotherapy practice in Florence - for help in navigating his mid-life crisis. All's well that ends well.
I recently read Fair Rosaline by Natasha Solomons and your Romeo and Juliet exchange has a similar feel.
He who does not know the truth is only a fool.
He who knows the truth and calls it a lie is a criminal. Brecht
I'm very sorry, but "cubbing" sounds really rude! I used to love cubbing with friends older sisters when I was a teenager...
Nice one Romeo, you made it all about you😡
My son had the most joyous laugh and the look of utter love when I made him laugh. As you say, nothing is more wonderful.
Externality. To everyone else, I'm THE guy. If they are too self obsessed to recognise that, then fu£€ them.
My wife just called me a narcissist.
Then a twat.
Difficulties with catching the attention of bar staff is a peculiarly English trait. Waving money is just vulgar.