- I'm engaged to a french chef....I'll just pause as you all start muttering about Ol'Yellers
unknown mother.
Yes, I eat good food.
Wrong, I eat GREAT food.
When he's home.
He's only home every six weeks so then I'm forced to go to my second boyfriend Chef
Boyardee.
(Chef B is a bit of a perv since he's been serving me since the age of 8.)
He doesn't have a lot of tricks in his culinary sleeve but he's easy and comfortable...sort of like me in high school.
The frenchmen is a little older which is a good thing because he does things like open doors for me...those door knobs can be tricky!
Always the one to jump up to turn the lights out when we're both in bed, 'cause lets face it he's seen the clutz I am in daylight so you can only imagine the chaos in the dark.
Only has one problem.
He doesn't understand my sense of humor and can't spell.
Okay, that's two but we aren't discussing my problems here just his.
I'm mercilessly mean about the spelling...
But at least he can count to two.- my f........ phone not working nobodys phone therre is a blisard herre
- suprise that internet is working nock on wood
- hehe..'nock'. Sorry
- knock knock
- whos there
- daniel
- daniel who
- No,no that's it. Just reminding you who you are and teaching you how to spell 'Knock'. Bwahahahaha
- I amuse me
- aaaaaaah
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Everything french is gooood, unless you're a pain in the ass like me.
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