A small present of little value which is acquired on the way home by a thoughtful man who has drunk too much and stayed out too late, in the hope of stopping his missus turning the fucking waterworks on. Examples include cheap chocolates bought from all night garages and bunches of flowers stolen from cemeteries.
I was gonna cop it from the missus if I didn't stop on the way home at the local petrol station to grab a sob stopper for the old ball 'n chain.
Mournful, grandiose "deep and meaningful" pedestrian music produced by artists taking themselves too seriously, for people who take their trivial problems too seriously. Usually depressing slow tracks which would not be out of place in a sales rep's Mondeo.
Evil persons whom want to hear your sob stories so that you can just sound like a pathetic immigrant. And they can take your heart and eat it like a cannibal</3:/ I.E. FAT WOMEN....or perhaps a "RACIST" relative. I will probably win here.
No I will not share my sob stories or die from an an haer trap with my bf...