There’s no such thing really, is there?
What starts off as a benign statement full of good intention usually collapses before the one pint is polished off. It’s only manners the other person gets their round in. Another one for my good friend here.
What starts off as a meaningless comment in response to conversational calculations of children among parents, usually converts into an arrow slung at the heart of a strain of sensitivity you wish to fuck you could shed.
You’ve just the one.
I have? Oh thanks. I’ll put that with my other information. No, I just made that up. I actually have eight others I hide in the attic at home.
That’s right, I have one.
The one in a million.
Rounds are killers! Especially at hen or stag parties!
Resistance is futile!