Enough is Enough!
I finally enable comments, and this is what happens: comment after comment, lamenting the loss of Hugh?! See? You just can't be trusted, can you?
- Nicola F-B: I'm sorry that visiting is such a chore these days, what with James providing you tea in bed and chips for breakfast to help cure your hangover. It must be terrible for you. No, really. I apologise profusely.
- Julie: no, Hugh never did threaten to murder you. Which demonstrates a complete lack of interest, in my opinion. At least James is interested in my friends - look at all the effort he has put into getting you to open a lesbian coffee shop. Does that count for nothing?
- And Sophie. I'll admit, Hugh did have a rather pleasant way of pronouncing the word 'potatoes' but he was a nightmare to live with, for reasons you well know, which would suggest that potato-pronunciation is not a good thing to base one's relationship on.
posted by Murphy at
6:19 PM
4 Comments:
Hurrah! A spanking!
I didn't really mean it was a chore to visit you and James. My hangovers are much less intense when I visit you two thanks to James buying me lemonade as opposed to Hugh giving me whisky instead of tea or water late at night.
Well done Becky!
Well I hope you're all happy! James is now in the process of applying for a job in Queensland - I'm not saying he's doing it purely because he was hurt by your comments, but you have to question the timing, don't you?
I'm very fond of James, but like Julie I don't entirely trust him not to murder me in my sleep just to see the look on my face.
But perhaps that's part of his charm, eh?
Yes, all part of his alluring murderous charm!
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