dark beige

"You know how it is when you're down your local having some much needed bloke time - tanked up on lager and chips? You see some fit bird in a short skirt and you give her a friendly grope of her succulent ass?

But then some Nigel no-mates comes over and tells you that's his daughter and smacks you right in the burger hole? But you can't possibly register pain or even shock, in case you look like a little pussy in front of your mates?...

That's a bit like how we felt when we first heard Rob had died, the cunt."