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No you don't
Should The Gentlemen Withdraw After A Dinner Party?
- Thread starter phildwyer
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No you don't
fogbat
The Talibum
Gromit
International Man of Misery
I for one don't want women being left alone to scheme and plot against men together.
I'd rather have them in sight at all times so that I can keep an eye on them.
In fact I'm not too keen on letting them to the bathroom together unsupervised tbh.
I think some sort of survelance should be installed in ladies loos.
I'd rather have them in sight at all times so that I can keep an eye on them.
In fact I'm not too keen on letting them to the bathroom together unsupervised tbh.
I think some sort of survelance should be installed in ladies loos.
If I get to the phone first, will you fuck me til I'm sore and collapsed in a sweaty, breathless heap instead????
Anyway, I think you have a date with Phil ^
She does if she wants. She should too if she knows what's good for her, I look a bit like Mel Gibson I do. And Strumpet looks even nicer. Actually we could go on a date, then both write our accounts of it up here. Then maybe have a poll to see if we should get married. Like reality TV! Then maybe have a poll to see if we should have children, or how often we should have sex, or where we should go on our holidays. We could be the first couple whose marriage was entirely determined by Interweb polls. We could have webcams in every room and that too.
danny la rouge
Ninja swords for all disabled people
The women withdraw, to the withdrawing room, there to sew. While the men stay put, drink brandy, and piss in chamber pots.
Strumpet
gypsy girl
If I get to the phone first, will you fuck me til I'm sore and collapsed in a sweaty, breathless heap instead????
Xan!
QueenOfGoths
Fuck you Dave!
And pass the port round while ladies drink coffee from small china cups and say "La, isn't that Mr. Rouge a one. I do like his conversation he can be quite wicked, don't you think so, Ernestina?" then hide their blushes behind lace fans.
danny la rouge
Ninja swords for all disabled people
Now this reminds me of a true story that I've told on here a million times before. In Miami there is, or used to be, a certain nightclub. In that club, the row of mirrors about the sinks in the ladies' loos are actually one-way. In the male loos, they are perfectly clear glass, situated immediately above the urinals. So while the blokes are peeing, they are confronted by beautiful women doing their make-up and checking their bits a mere six inches away.
Longest bloody queue for the bogs you'll ever see.
The joke is that none of the blokes evidently tell their girlfriends, because the women obviously don't know they're being watched. At least they don't act like they know. At least they don't act as I would expect women who knew such a thing to act, but then again, this is Miami we're talking about, where women don't really act as one would expect them to act much anyway.
Anyway, now that I've told you it is no longer a secret. Except it is in a way because I didn't name the club. So now next time you go clubbing in Miami you won't know whether you are in "that" club, and so you won't be be very relaxed in front of the bathroom mirrors will you? Not if you're a woman you won't. Sorry about that actually, but its not really very important in the grand scheme of things.
Strumpet
gypsy girl
I think I need to adjust my bloody Sarcasmometer cos it's too subtleI think Strumpet needs call waiting
Gromit
International Man of Misery
So in Edwadian times didn't the women scurry off primarily to discuss suitable matches for the young ladies in their care.
Mr Rouge is a charming young man but his station is too low for Ernestina at present.
Perhaps he should be encouraged to progress from Major to Colonel before making any overtures.
Mr Rouge is a charming young man but his station is too low for Ernestina at present.
Perhaps he should be encouraged to progress from Major to Colonel before making any overtures.
His predilection for ungarnished cucumber sandwiches also casts some doubt on his breeding, but it cannot be denied that he is in possession of an unusually well-hung gig.
bendeus
Bellend Tagline Generator
Women withdrawing to talk about womanly things may well still go on in the UK today. I was the stepson of an RAF officer during the 1980s, and after Sunday dinner at the officers' mess, the men would stay on at the table to smoke cigars, drink port (TO THE LEFT, GODDAMMIT!) and talk war and the red menace.
The laydeez, meanwhile, withdrew to an oak-panelled room, under the beady gaze of our Liz, to discuss flower arranging and kittens, and to ensure that children were neither seen nor heard.
I'm wondering if this practice still occurs amongst the military upper echelons?
The laydeez, meanwhile, withdrew to an oak-panelled room, under the beady gaze of our Liz, to discuss flower arranging and kittens, and to ensure that children were neither seen nor heard.
I'm wondering if this practice still occurs amongst the military upper echelons?
Gromit
International Man of Misery
So do i but hidden under the table so that I can gaze up their petticoats and see their lacy underthings.
ATOMIC SUPLEX
Member Since: 1985 Post Count: 3
What the fuck are you on about?
Not going to answer my questions then? Just going to talk bollocks again?
You have not asked me any questions. So you're either pissed or stupid. I suspect both.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
I often withdraw after dinner for half an hour. I can fit in two wanks and a spliff, after which I am sated enough to be re-introduced to polite society.
Johnny Canuck3
Well-Known Member
Sounds like you hang out with the wrong type of women.
ATOMIC SUPLEX
Member Since: 1985 Post Count: 3
In what world do you live where the women you dine with retire to the bathroom after dinner?
Why do you think you are giving women 'rights' by compulsory (or polite society rules?) segregation of genders?
Take a look at your last post to me you want to view something resembling pissed stupidity.
T & P
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I thought it was the man who withdrew. Usually to the drawing room, with a fire going and a well-equipped bar at the ready. They would discuss politics and business deals, drink cognac and smoke cigars and pipes. And, if they were sure no-one was eavesdropping, would ask each other about their latest lady friend on the side.
Meanwhile the women would move to the living room for coffee and liquor while the servants would clear the dining room table. Being fine ladies, they would not want to put up with the smelly cigars and the heated discussions the men often got into, and of course they did not know or understand politics well enough to participate in any such discussion anyway.
Those were the days eh Phil?
Meanwhile the women would move to the living room for coffee and liquor while the servants would clear the dining room table. Being fine ladies, they would not want to put up with the smelly cigars and the heated discussions the men often got into, and of course they did not know or understand politics well enough to participate in any such discussion anyway.
Those were the days eh Phil?
I might rather ask in what world do you live in which bathrooms are unknown and your dining companions presumably relieve themselves under the table?
Glastonbury?
