Son of a muthafuckin bitch

Ok, you remember me bitching on about my friend and his gorgeous new girlfriend? (from now on, she will be known as GNG). Well, they don't smooch so much anymore.

Hoorah i hear you all cheer.

But no, it's not hoorah. It's pants. It's pants because GNG's ex boyf is making a bit of a nuisance of himself and GNG sits there, terrified, that he'll beat her or something. (happened before).

We've all tried telling her that he won't do anything whilst in the pub. She sits there looking terrified. We've told her that we will protect her from him. She sits there looking terrified. What else can we do?

Thankfully, they still smooch in the car.

Oh and a big WELL DONE to Bogie for passing his driving test yesterday!!