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Originally Posted by Ciaran
Okay, so it's 5am here and I had a terrible night's sleep due to nightmares as a consequence of this thread.
I dreamt that I was getting married to Stepfordfemme in Reykjavik, Iceland but everything went wrong.
All-in-all, a very bad start to married life. Can someone give me the name of a good divorce lawyer? Once I get the divorce sorted out, I think I'm going to join a monastery or a convent.
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I must say I'm very disappointed with all of Ciaran's running around. Especially after having a panic attack that my straight colleague had possibly killed my oven AND I bought lasagna pasta.
I have in mind to change the lyrics to Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights", something along the lines of ...
"Kiwiiiii, it's me, Ciaran, I'm hungrrrrrryyyy
I'm so bored, let eat me your lasagnaaaa
Kiwiiiii, it's me, Ciaran, I'm hungrrrrrryyyy
I'm so bored, let eat me your lasagnaaaa"
To which I would promptly close and lock them in because he's been fooling around with other grrly's lasagna.
