Boyfriend subject to hour-long monologue about need for more communication

A MAN has nodded through a 60-minute monologue from his girlfriend on how they need to sit down and have a proper talk about their relationship.

Grace Wood-Morris chose the bank holiday for a discussion, in which she was the key contributor, of how Jack Browne never tells her anything or shares his feelings that lasted for the whole of a Family Guy double bill with adverts.

Browne said: “She muted the TV, took my hand and embarked upon an explanation of why we needed a grown-up conversation about opening up to each other that was without significant pause.

“She said we needed to review how unmindful I am to her needs, and open a broader conduit for emotional discourse, then something about needing to have a more impactful role in nurturing her feelings.

“It was longer than the relationship conversations in Love Island without even the benefit of her being in a bikini. The television continued behind her but I knew better than to even glance at it while I was busy saying ‘Mm’ and ‘Yeah’.

“45 minutes in, when she was outlining the creation of a mutual atmosphere of honest communication, and maybe a trust bubble, I could no longer pretend to understand any of it. I was mainly watching her face move and giving her teeth names.”

Wood-Morris said: “He was attentive and understood the importance of a shared commitment to open channels to prevent our relationship stagnating. But that wasn’t the talk. That was the talk about having the talk.”

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Dad adds pizza oven to outdoor cooking wank bank

A MAN who already has a top of the range barbecue is giving a new outdoor cooking appliance the eye while lasciviously licking his lips. 

48-year-old Julian Cook, who regularly stays up late watching Instagram content chefs pimping out Gozneys, is secretly yearning for a wood-fired dome oven that can deliver a perfect pizza in 90 seconds.

He said: “I was in the market for something new. What my wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her. And this sexy little bitch gave me the eye.

“Foldable legs right up to her arse, double-decker, able to take a 12 inch pie without flinching. Imagine that gleaming under the sun, splayed out on the decking? Phwoar.

“Twiddling knobs on a gas barbecue doesn’t do it for me anymore. I need a piece of strange. Just wait until the lads see what a ride she is. 500 degrees of pure jealousy. They’ll all want a slice but she’ll be at home with me.

“The char on those crusts is enough to get me salivating, but it’s nothing without the foreplay. Watching that thermometer peak before sliding the wet dough in. She’s calling me for only a cool two grand. I’ve got the big spanking paddle ready.”

Wife Emma said: “We all have to sublimate the unfulfilled sexual urges in our marriages somehow. I lurk on Norwegian property forums.”