A lightweight cunting for school reunions.
A friend a few years older has received an invite to a 20th school reunion and is fretting like an old woman whether to go or not. I have told him it’ll be no more than a grown up pissing contest, who has the house, job, flash car or married well. If Facecunt is a yardstick then they are all middle class execs, 2.1 kids and a nice semi but in reality are probably divorced, overweight with one too many kids and type 2 diabetes.
Reality isn’t Hollywood, the once fit secret crush is now a frumpy housewife, geeks are still geeks but minted after investing in Bitcoin or some bollocks and the hard lads are probably doing a stretch. You see your mates because they are your mates but school is just circumstance and there is a good reason you haven’t seen the rest in twenty years.
Nominated by.Liberal Liquidator