So. Eating dinner in the servants’ quarters. Again.
Guess my last date with my doll didn’t go too well.
Didn’t spray this time, honest.
Managed to bribe the pap not to publish the worst ones.
Family newspaper and all that.
Snarf
Bouffe in the doghouse
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[…] proceeds to rattle off a list of topics which will end the interview prematurely: Sarkozy, his failed relationship with Delores, carpets and Dr Who. And no, there are no plans to open a chain of poo tray bars as has been […]
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Problem is once they start they can’t stop, lucky devil!!!!!!!
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Oh well….a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do… 🙂 Hurry up though…Delores is cold outside without a husbun!
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