sex with a cabbage.is there a word for it?

i've come to the conclusion that they're a couple of cabbages.
i'm living with fuckin cabbages.
and well,
we did have a sex-life once upon a time.
they both sit down there,
with the telly on.

he reacts to something on the telly by way of a sneering derisory grunt,
no response from mummy cabbage.
she'll pass the occassional sarcasctic remark,
again,,,nothing.
lardthing doesn't seem to hear her,
he's totally oblivious.

i imagine myself wiping a trail saliva from her mouth and her not noticing.

this is how it's gonna be for the fore-seeable.

if the opportunity offers itself to me,
to get out,
and leave them comfortable,
i've got to take it,
cos i feel as though i've died and gone to hell.

oh my fkn word.

a poetic sort of justice,
maybe.

but they sit there,
motionless.
i wonder if she even knows what's on the telly.
just sitting there,
mesmerised by it.

life in the asylum.

In conclusion: There mightn't be a word for it, Eric, but there is a disturbing industry surrounding it.

Bert wrote:

hour,,,

after hour,,,

after hour.

they just sit there.
barely batting an eyelid.

it's incredible.
it really is.

maybe you need to make the first move, tell them you're taking them to the beach for the day when it gets sunnier and arrange a taxi to the coast

then while they're dozing on the sand wth an ice cream, leg it back home

Abdul Kowalski wrote:maybe you need to make the first move, tell them you're taking them to the beach for the day when it gets sunnier and arrange a taxi to the coast

then while they're dozing on the sand wth an ice cream, leg it back home

Abdul Kowalski wrote:maybe you need to make the first move, tell them you're taking them to the beach for the day when it gets sunnier and arrange a taxi to the coast

then while they're dozing on the sand wth an ice cream, leg it back home

guys,
it's gonna take more than i've got at my disposal,
to,,,, "leg it",
as abko so quaintly put it.

i'm comfortable in the knowledge that if/when they kick the table ove, i shall be okay,and they'll be the ones with a problem,and i reckon that mummy cabbage has realised that.
having said that,if i could win the lottery,blah'blah'blah

but life rolls on pretty much same as.

i work,play on betfair,and,,,

as martin luther king use to spout,,,

" I HAAAAAAAAAAAAVE A DREAM".

So did ABBA, Eric, but they would have gone the beach whereas MLK went to the mountain top.

Can't see the promised land from the beach

worlds within worlds eh?

you may well be right.

don't know,
don't care.