One of my pet hates is the phrase, ‘it’s the thought that
counts’.
Actually, it’s fucking NOT!
What a piss-poor, cop out, shitty thing to say!
I was going to book a table for our anniversary dinner, but
I didn’t get around to it. Never mind,
it’s the thought that counts!
I had my eye on a lovely necklace for your birthday, but
left it too late and they’d sold it. Never mind, it’s the thought that counts!
I was thinking about booking a night away in a hotel to
spoil you, but then I spent the money. Never
mind, it’s the thought that counts!
All of the above actually make you a thoughtless prick with
a hungry, naked necked, sleeping on the streets, pissed off girlfriend.
I will get the last laugh however when I unplug your life
support machine to run the hoover round – or charge my phone. Oh!
Didn’t I plug your machine back in?? I meant to. Never mind, it’s the thought that counts! Have you tried turning it on and off again?
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
