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she grows bored with his air of ennui...
well, as for life, he said, I've seen the menu
and there really isn't anything on it I want...
fine, she said, so fuck off out of
the restaurant...
Published 14th Mar 2015
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14th Mar 2015 1:15pm
This is a clever poem and it made me laugh out loud. Some people really make your want to spit nails, don't they? Congratulations. A job well done.
14th Mar 2015 2:36pm
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14th Mar 2015 6:07pm
Here here hear, she's got the right idea. Its like I always say, there better at least be a beer on the menu.
14th Mar 2015 8:13pm
when it comes to life's menu
I tend to leave it up to the
waiter, I mean if he's hanging
around he must know something...
I tend to leave it up to the
waiter, I mean if he's hanging
around he must know something...
16th Mar 2015 9:42pm
16th Mar 2015 10:45pm
18th Mar 2015 3:56pm
Christ....you gourmets is never sated'fied.
sharp one.....
i'll me best to catch up on you...been a weebit 'indisposed'
18th Mar 2015 10:54pm
well I hope you've disposed of
the indisposable, Dan...
I've always thought you looked great
in dis pose, afterall...
glad you're back, sir...
the indisposable, Dan...
I've always thought you looked great
in dis pose, afterall...
glad you're back, sir...
