I won't bore you with the details of his latest voice mail message - apart from to precis it for you. He's still very cross. He has my vehicle registration number and tells me that he knows where I live. He's threatening to send Pizza.... (he's really got a thing about Pizza...maybe from now on we should refer to him as 'Pizza Penis Man') Which is good. I love Pizza. I may text him and ask for extra pepperoni. Please send a lot of pizzas as I have a big freezer and lots of hungry pals.
Thanks x
This is killing me, please stop making me laugh so much!!! :)no I want more, more, more X
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you are amused dear Sarah. Look forward to seeing you very soon x
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We want to see Alan's teeny weeny peeny, show us all !!
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha - I don't think I'm allowed to publish his TWP on here - it might take the blog into the realms of 'porn' and I'm not quite prepared for the backlash! I have it on my phone though - and I'm happy to show it to you when I see you !
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oh go on !
ReplyDeleteI'm reminded of the lyric in the Carole Bayer Sager song 'You're Movinig Out Today' (you're too young to remember it, go and ask your Mum), which has the passage:
ReplyDeleteYour nasty habits ain't confined to bed (Ha Ha Ha Ha)
The grocer told me what you do with bread (what do you do?)
Why don't you take up with the baker's wife instead of me, fool!
Maybe yon Alan has a sexual thing he does with pizza? Puts the phrase 'meat feast' in to a whole new perspective.
I feel ill now.