Twas a cock fest on the train this morning. That could mean one of three things:
- A festival of chickens
- Men with their cocks out taking part in some bizarre ritual
OR FOR THOSE OF YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE URBAN DICTIONARY - More men than women in one particular area.
Not that this is a bad thing. Blokes know how to communicate properly when there are no women around. We become our normal ignorant selfs. With women there's nearly always some tension involved. 68.9% of the time I don't feel comfortable in the presence of women. Sorry, it's just the case. Plus, when i'm doing my hawk-like scour of nosiness in the morning (after the inital sleepy lill where you realise that you can't sleep on a rickety train) women feel phased by this.
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