rouge is just not that into you
Sorry, man. The heart wants what it wants. Dicks don't lie. Ain't enough Viagra in your medicine cabinet when:
- you're trying to shove my fingers all up in there, and I can see a Crisco smudge on your shaved head
- during the deed, "Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car" is playing on the satellite radio in your bedroom
- you invite me over for a second date--even promising to make me pasta with your Italian mother's homemade sauce--then drop me cold until two months later, when you cc me on a hot hookup email to some other dude
- I find out that you deal. And steal.
- I find out you're a part-time actor. And you like getting gobbed on.
- you don't bother closing the bathroom door, and it's noisy
- you trick me into eating tripe at a dim-sum place
- you proudly don't wear deodorant
- you have to stop at a 24h cheque-cashing joint, because you're trying to "hide" your new part-time job from your landlord
- you point out your two missing molars--where the bridle goes
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I want to hear more about the bridle.
I e-mailed you, but figured I'd tell you here too; the song from the cell phone commercial is Goldfrapp's "Strict Machine."
BTW what's tripe?
Your brother and I will be camping at Sibbald Point Provincial Park this weekend and diving at Tobermorey next weekend. Just in case you're looking for us, we can be reached on the monkey-cell.
XOX,
Natasha
You're making me glad I left Toronto.
Heh heh heh...
Gah.
BTW - I love Goldfrapp like I love vodka and dark chocolate. Can never have enough.
butchie: YES!
OK, AG just wanted to type that story.
MT: hang in there. Does Res know anyone local for ya?
Madame: I may have found you a sweet Jewish boy in Muskoka. He's super cute and he does water skiing tricks.
Whose nephew?
AG
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I embrace you with my two arms.
You're feeling down so I send you my warm regards.