I’m not in a relationship. If I was i’d likely be having this argument today.
“You look fine, really. You look beautiful. You’d look good in a bin bag.”
“What, you want me to wear a bin bag?”
“No! No. What I meant was you’d look good in one. A bin bag. Not a carrier bag. It would be rubbish.”
“So, what you’re saying is, I would look good in a bin bag. Walking the streets. Like a piece of rubbish in a bag, like a fucking piece of rubbish. How would I even see out of it?
“Er…..it would have eye holes. You could perhaps tear or cut eye hol..”
“You’re a fucking arsehole! Now you want me to go out wearing a cunting bin bag with eye holes. What the hell is that about?
“Get out, Neil. Just fucking get out.”