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Originally Posted by lusciouskiwi
I must say I'm very disappointed with all of Ciaran's running around. Especially after having a panic attack that my straight colleague had possibly killed my oven AND I bought lasagna pasta.
I have in mind to change the lyrics to Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights", something along the lines of ...
"Kiwiiiii, it's me, Ciaran, I'm hungrrrrrryyyy
I'm so bored, let eat me your lasagnaaaa
Kiwiiiii, it's me, Ciaran, I'm hungrrrrrryyyy
I'm so bored, let eat me your lasagnaaaa"
To which I would promptly close and lock them in because he's been fooling around with other grrly's lasagna.  |
Kiwi,
I can assure you that the pending future nuptials are strictly for sham purposes so that Ciaran can henceforth be referred to as a divorcee (I can't find the accents on my phone). And for procurement purposes of my love of all things leather.
You can enjoy the added mystique of a previously married Ciaran, as I fear my lasagna recipe may not be enough to keep him around.
Best,
Stepford (Ex-Wife) Femme.