pt1 No jeans means, I had to iron trousers for wowsers, browsers and bloated noters of note stiff collar, well pressed, well dressed to impress fancy dressing dinner guests canapés and entrees on silver trays I'm ravenous, mate…. leave the plate great…. So I scoffed at the trough and quaffed with the toffs until the shrill of a shill had me spill,... then refill a glass of red whilst lurking, circle jerking social networking for success this circus of kiss ass for expected respect and niceties as trite as these best behaviour and manners please pt2. It’s a bit of a joke, spoke the presumptuous bloke of no discernable note but I suppose a little more woke than the rest of these folk a spouse, a supportive escort?, if I had to guess, duty bound, obligated, bored nonetheless I shook his hand and was now respectfully acquainted he was slightly wasted and askew, intoxicated and tainted I got a magnified view of the picture he painted of the people he knew and how he was related but then all the dribble he would go on to opine in the business of others …certainly not mine A gossipy tattler, a teller of tall tales surreptitiously slandering with juicy details not that it bothers me, to be so derogatory. but this wannabe got to me he spilled quite a lot to me and I've no explanation for how this conversation denigrated into this situation and how I looked like the type on which ... to unload a confession but he had my attention at the suggestion of questionable intentions, a potential obsession and devious designs he was crossing lines within the confines of … boundaries let's talk about boundaries, my quandary and profound unease, In the company reluctantly with people like these surrounded dumbfounded and downright astounded With the lickspittle dribble of my new party pal he described the hostess as promiscuous and tarted up well she’s begging for attention, it’s all there to see slut shaming her dress sense, noting a visible gee and I thought, hell …she WAS looking fine, to be fair it was there, a clear panty line Yet, I bet it's not something you’d let anyone know or telling someone you’ve just met, about the best ass on show. so a hasty retreat to undock and unlatch diplomatically dislodge, disengage and detach excuse myself quickly, it was time to break free deploy thrusters with gusto, I've somewhere else to be these extravagant fakers in overpriced clothes pretentious pretenders who turn up their nose squawking like swans who want to be heard look... you can’t sugarcoat bullshit or polish a turd in tacky décor and expensive cuisine fuck it I’m out… THIS ain’t my scene.
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