> Haha, it's difficult sometimes having an annoyingly frigid
> girlfriend, so sometimes I get sad, take the melon up to my room,
> put in it my bed, cut it open with a knife.... and comfort eat
> until I forget my troubles!
Sounds like a good plan that
> What did you think I was going to say Timmie?
We never know with you Alfonse :p
What did you think I was going to say Timmie?
> Melon, Alfonse?
PLEASE, NO :|
> i don`t believe this story, it could all be Hear`say.
> shut up :P
It had the desired effect of making me laugh.
[S]shut up :P
(Seriously, for reasons that don't need to be disclosed. It stinks of melon) :(
Does sound a little like an excuse though. Did anyone spot a bloke leaving the hotel room earlier?
> I've got to get me a wooden bed and some insect repellent.
and then a Myleene Klass? :D