ask for tequila and salt (or so 'they' say).
Well at lunch time today, I didn't slam tequilas, or even slam any bankteller heads into plexiglass - as I'm sure you feared I would (judging by my last post anyway) - oh no. At lunch time today I cut Batreg's lunch. And it felt sooo good.
I'm not actually advocating lunch-cutting as a standard practice between friends, but I couldn't help it. Gregg and I are simply meant to be together. To suggest that today's liaison was all Gregg's fault isn't really fair. As it was, I approached him. And it's not like they have an agreement or anything (a la not seeing other people bla bla). Because believe me, Gregg sees a LOT of people. Many of them women, but he's not actually fussy about that, now that I think about it.
I'm not actually advocating lunch-cutting as a standard practice between friends, but I couldn't help it. Gregg and I are simply meant to be together. To suggest that today's liaison was all Gregg's fault isn't really fair. As it was, I approached him. And it's not like they have an agreement or anything (a la not seeing other people bla bla). Because believe me, Gregg sees a LOT of people. Many of them women, but he's not actually fussy about that, now that I think about it.
And I'll admit, like other people no doubt, today I used Gregg for his fudge donuts. No, that isn't a euphemism, you dirty-minded scoundrels. Gregg makes the best (and only) fudge donuts I've ever tasted in Scotland or anywhere else. Caramel icing, custard-filled berliner-style gooiness.
I love Gregg. And I'm not sharing (the donuts OR Gregg).
1 comment:
Oh you'll share him all right or suffer the consequences!!! the only good thing about sharing him is the fact that he'll hang on for dear life to your hips too - he makes them bumpy!
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