"Nothing says "I Love You" quite like saturated fat and slutty underwear." Be My Anti Valentine. Brilliant.
But - who to send it to?
Michael, taking advantage of his sobriety in the small hours of New Years Day morning on the way home from a party, suckered me into a resolution to have a "proper girlfriend" by the end of the year. ("Proper girlfriend" is defined one who has introduced you to her parents.) Bizarrely, he made the same resolution himself.
Still, I have 'till December to start looking, right?
Except that worse still, he's signed me up to some sort of speed dating event, the bastard. I'll get him for this, I swear it.
Via Adriana.Posted to Funny by Simon Brunning at February 07, 2006 02:23 PM