So In Love!
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Usually we stand much closer together, but in this caricature, I just farted.
Thank you, SoN - that's me and Wifey.
I don't think we've met. Allow myself to introduce ... myself ...
BEVIS. Caps optional.
I'm just heading over to where you're Sheriff of Nothing to learn more about you.
:)
I was so creating comments in my head about your distance apart, but you totally beat me to it. Curses! (Is it still cool to say ‘Curses’? Is it still cool to say ‘cool’?)
You know, young man, I think I look far more like you than I do like ‘An Average Blogger’. I didn’t notice before. What if you and I are like identical twins? Whoa!
I am your superhero. I appear at
illogical times and say confusing,
context-less statements of no
importance, relevance or meaning.
I am Random Man.
I am your lame superhero.
Here is today's comment:
"Eat something with some fibre. Your mom told me to say that."
PS - The 'V' doesn't stand for anything.
O-kay!
That was quite random, and yet, I felt like I wanted more...
BEVIS
where is your banana???
you are a very good logger.
but i have to say no gentleman farts in front of his lady. me and my bf have been together 2 years in december and neither of us in front the other yet. must be hard for him, being a boy. i, however, never break wind.
the other question - i need details of why you are so in love. don't tease by stating a fact without giving some meat!
Awwwe! & I love the detailing - her skirt is just that incy-wincy bit see-through.*
*CAPS/no caps optional ;)
Adam: I have a sneaking suspicion that this realisation would be far worse for you than for me.
Random Man: Er, thanks. But my Mum always pestered me to eat more junk food.
MelbourneGirl: (a) I keep it in my inexplicably large fruit bowl. (b) Thank you (and yes, I noticed). (c) I must disagree. (d) Your boyfriend must be about ready to explode. (e) I think you're lying. (f) That's just the state-of-play at the moment; there's no specific reason apart from our ongoing and rapidly-growing adoration of and for each other. She is my universe and she knows it. I, in turn, am her valet.
Djali: That's Wifey! She's gorgeous. (But you can all back off, the lot of you.)
i wish i had a valet. no, i wish i had a WIFEY.
oh and yes it was a lie. but i really don't that often, and NEVER when anyone else is around, and ONLY in the correct place.
and yes he might be. but we don't live together. yet. that will be the test.
ah but i worry about the mystery and the romance. can it survive flatulence?
Do I have to refer you to the top of the page?
Speaking of random comments, this message brought to you by the National Non-sequitur
Society, We may not make sense, but the panda is a giant racoon.
I bet MG's man looks like Vyvyan from The Young Ones, ready to give birth (to a 10 pound bouncing baby fart).
[gee you'd reckon I could find a link to that episode]
[my word verif's today are good ones: raashel]
clokes are you being rude about my boy?
i'm sure you're not. that would be too... rude
Hey! You two! Take your differences outside! I don't want another 'Steph' situation like on La Nadine's blog earlier this week.
You can come back inside when you've learned to be nice to each other.
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