"I was going to use your office for something, but you're here, so I can't."
Why she felt the need to tell me, I'm not sure. I'd have gladly left and gone round to Trump's at 1pm, but I don't think it was particularly justified.
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I don't know what the problem is with it, other than it's a pile of old shite.
Sooooo, today's the day. I've reached the age of however old I am without having to think too much about Valentine's Day. I always swore that I wouldn't cave in to commercialism should I ever find myself in the position of having a special somebody, but that I'd treat them with love and respect every day. I'm sure Trump understands this and will appreciate me saving my money for important things, other than flowers, cards, chocolates. There's no WAY I'd get her champagne if I couldn't have any myself. Besides, I wouldn't want her to get too excitable or she might decide to start stripping the wallpaper in another room of her house and I don't think I could cope with that.
Joking aside, there seems to be an incredible pressure to buy stuff, when in all reality, your loved one doesn't expect anything any more than you do yourself.
Or at least that's what she says, and then she starts pointing at the boxes of chocolates, at the roses and champagne on display in Marks and Spencer. Saying things like "Are you taking note on how it should be done?". So I'm going to conduct a poll. Please will you express your preference for either of the following:
This, Nitrow heat-responsive Bearbrick
It changes colour in the heat to reveal a camouflage pattern. Cool eh?
Or these things that don't last more than a week
They die.
The flowers shown are from Tesco. Remember Tesco flowers from last year? They're dead before they even get to you! I could've been dead and those things would've been received by poor old Connie. Pile of shite. Still, it would've saved on the cost of funeral flowers.
Anyway, I'd like to know your preferences.
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Yay! First!
So, c'mon then - we want to know if you're in for a night of passionate minge-munching?
If so, will there be pics tomorrow? (we only ask this so we can avoid visiting).
Passion, yes. Pictures, no fucking way you dirty cunts.
Urgh! Trust those filthy cunts to lower the tone.
I'm torn between the flowers and the brick. The flowers are oh so pretty, but, as you say, will die. Quickly. Or come from Tesco.
The brick is... ummm... heat responsive?
Actually, I'm going to go for the flowers because the brick will probably languish in a drawer then get chucked out when I find it 2 years later while having a clear out!
How will Nitrow fit in with Chadwick and Francesco? Is he to become their boy toy? A hyper-colour love slave?
This might tear apart the foundation of their bearlationship.
Hmmmm, flowers or bearbrick? Tough choice. I'd have to inject a third option here - box of choccies. The WCM knows that the way to my heart is in the gold foil box of Godiva. However, since he already took me to dinner, he's refused to shell out any more of his hard-earned cash for chocolate.
I'm pretty much a sure thing, anyway.
No question - the bear. And a set of silk scarves, a feather, some candlewax, a blindfold....ooops. I've shared too much.
Nitrow Bear is 4X the size of Francesco, he is immense. I was going to buy a single rose for him to be holding for Trump when she got it, but they were a fiver each! I got a mini bunch for a fiver instead... and chocs... and a card... and I cooked... and made sure that I picked up her new Wii from my folks' place where it had been delivered to.
I think she was happy.
Posh Scouse?
I've never heard anything so ridiculous in my life!
I was happy. I am happy, all the time.
I love the Bearbrick, he's cool. But he has to sit 1 inch away from the fire before he changes colour.
I loved the flowers. I loved the chocs. Still smiling.
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