Oh those Taps conversations; those erudite exercised late evening Taps contemplations of the soul and the human condition.
Last night Sean and Tom spent a quite inordinate amount of time discussing whether they’d rather be called a cunt or a wanker. Eventually, after a great deal of tightly focused and highly concentrated thought and debate, reaching the conclusion that they’d rather be called a cunt, because you can, apparently, respect a cunt while you can’t respect a wanker.
However, it was also established (in an addendum to the original discussion) that being called a wanker was better than being called a twat (but worse than being called an arsehole).
And so now you know.
The next time someone calls you a cunt you can reply, ‘well at least I’m not a wanker.’
(In this regard the Taps is like Sesame Street for grown ups. A place where you can learn all sorts of useful socialisation lessons).
(In this regard the Taps is like Sesame Street for grown ups. A place where you can learn all sorts of useful socialisation lessons).
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