Tonight I am going out for dinner with my lovely friend, who is named Siobhan and who is a very nice lady and who is probably reading this blog which is why I got the complimentary stuff in early but also because it's true and anyway this sentence is turning out to be way too long and cluttered so I will end it NOW. So we're going out for dinner, and I know, already, without fear of contradiction or being proven wrong, that I will not be tempted by pizza at any point.
This is because we're going to a French restaurant.
1 comment:
its been over 3 months pete... and nothing, you jumped of the wagon staight into a Meteor or chicken sizzler didnt you??
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