Then we went to the birthday dinner, and when the service was TERRIBLE at the very expensive restaurant where we were dining, enough to heavily disappoint the birthday girl, he dumped what was left of his red wine all up and down the tablecloth while making a fart noise. Because nobody puts baby in a corner when she says her caesar salad tastes a little to anchovy-y. He also paid for my swordfish and let me punch him in the shoulder about 50 times during the night.
Then he decided to stay on Sunday night as well as my house, after a week of being full, is finally empty besides me. We had a good day of football, eating, shopping, more football, more eating, wine, ice cream and now LOTR Return of the King. He was being such a super Pal allllll weekend that I decided to look at a song he had suggested I check out. It's called Nicest Thing by Kate Nash.
THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!
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