GOD DAMN IT!!!!
Bloody hell - Bad Smell wants to come over for a 'quiet night' on Saturday to 'talk over things and see if we can work it out'.
How many times do I have to tell you - NO!! WE CAN'T WORK IT OUT!! I DON'T WANT TO WORK IT OUT!! AND WE DEFINITELY CAN'T WORK IT OUT ON A SATURDAY NIGHT!!!
Saturday night is bitches' night and I was so planning on taking Miss Contradiction on a date to Hotel Mosman for ricotta and cheese cannelloni and several million bottles of champagne!!
GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!
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Saturday night is date night.
Tell him to go out with his boyfriend and have dane off's together.
Stupid bloke.
I am so cranky about this.
He is such a kill-joy. The last thing I am capable of doing on a Saturday night is talking about my feelings.
Perhaps we can hold hands and talk about our periods.
NOT!!!
Ugh what fib can I tell to get out of this
I spelt dance wrong people, sorry about that lapse. I meant dance off's.
I was so totally over come with emotion about stupid bad smell wanting to muscle in on our off chops night that I momentarily forgot how to spell.
I think you should tell him that you would love to 'work things out' but you have volunteered for a face transplant that night.
I love face transplants. At least we know I have options next time your cat tries to claw or bite my face off.
Taking bad smell to the Hotel Mosman would be sex life suicide. There were too many good looking men there last week to be lugging an ex-boyfriend around with me.
I would feel a bit awkward picking up in front of him.
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