Scoundrels
Well I think you're all scoundrels - those of you who leave comments and those of you in Derby (yes, you know who you are) who just tell Karen what they think and don't leave a comment.
He's a nice boy and he's not after my money. Can't you just let me be happy (sob, weep, wail). I want to assume the best in him until I'm proven wrong. If I think he's a scrounger I'll end up being suspicious of him all the time and then it will never work - and if he is a scrounger I'll find out in my own time anyway.
Ooh you lot!
He's a nice boy and he's not after my money. Can't you just let me be happy (sob, weep, wail). I want to assume the best in him until I'm proven wrong. If I think he's a scrounger I'll end up being suspicious of him all the time and then it will never work - and if he is a scrounger I'll find out in my own time anyway.
Ooh you lot!
posted by Matt @ 3:24 PM
2 Comments:
At 3:20 PM,
Anonymous said…
But I don't know you, and so feel rude commenting! (But then I suppose talking about it to Karen is even ruder. Apologies from Derby). x
At 3:36 PM,
Matt said…
I wouldn't worry.
I'm not bothered, and Karen and I have been talking about you recently as well so I'm no better - but that's what friends do isn't it, talk about people.
Anyway, he's a nice boy, so there.
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