Oh my. That has almost everything that makes up a textbook barney. A flurry of wild swings by the female, comprising of outrageous abuse towards the male's new choice of sexual partner. An exceptional defence strategy by the male (consisting of 'you're fucking mad' and 'don't hit me'). And then, a chink in the armour - the male admittance that he'd shag owt - that opens him right up to a combination of hammer-blows that leaves the opponent reeling. Not only has she been shagging this other bloke, but she actually likes him and fancies him. BAAAAMMMMM!
(and yes, I checked the word 'Gowl' on Google. I strongly suggest you don't)
It doesn't matter how many 'I don't give a toss' counterpunches the male throws now. When she drops the fact that she's been nobbing Billy Big-Chest behind his back, this contest is over. The only thing missing from this row was the male bellowing out a deeply personal admittance in front of the entire world (such as "I CRIED when you said you had that miscarrage and then I found out you were lying, you BITCH!"), but I doubt we'll ever see anything as magnificent as this. In daylight, too. With a pushchair.
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*facepalm* Arghh, with the baby right there... Public rows are the most excruciating experiences to witness. I was 'lucky' enough to be caught up in one once, both sides entreating me to agree with them... not an experience I'd recommend.
Ohhhh, that's magnificent.
Wow. That was certainly something. I thought those kind of arguments happened in soap land. That poor bairn.
Thank god I'm not 20 any more. *sidles away quietly*
The fact that there is a child there completely spoiled any enjoyment for me, I'm afraid.
Oh god. That poor child. Thank god I'm from Dublin and not Athlone. I've seen Dubs have rows in the street but never with kids present and certainly not involving the word gowl. Ugh.
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