Men are
a waste of space (no, I've not only just worked this out, I knew a while ago)
Today I spent the whole day trying not to lean my leg on the bin and waiting for *the little shit* to call to confirm what time we were going out. He called at 4.45pm to say he was too busy, after I'd already turned down a night out with some other people. So yet again I'm stuck in on Friday night, thanks so much shithead.