I've been deliberating whether I should even post this, but it's so strange, I felt I had to. Friday night/early hours of Saturday morning, I had a dream about Bluff. I'd arranged an interview for him in the UK with a client of mine. I met him after the interview to do the follow-up. I can distinctly remember saying to him "Safe trip back to Cinci". Sky could probably psychoanalyse this for me. I hope there's nothing seriously wrong with my mind. What the fu.k am I doing dreaming about yanks, especially ones I've never met?
Too funny RHC! This was all because your daughter fell in love with me. Noble I imagine you as a walking set of big titties with no head.
No he was normal build, but not very tall. He had short, dark hair and a slightly larger lower mandible than usual, but nothing too horrendous. Still way too ugly to get a sniff at my girls. They have discernment
I have like auburn hair, Ginger, blond, and brown kind of all rolled into one. Got a nasty ginger beard though. If you have twitter you can see pics of me lol. In fact have your daughters follow me.
Even less of a fu.king chance with my girls then. The younger one has proper auburn hair. A bit like Rita Hayworth
I know you wouldn't do that you love me too much and although you would never admit it and may even venomously deny it, I know you like the Corrie updates.
Our kids are going to be the most red haired, fair skinned, freckled, green eyed spawns of Satan you will hve ever seen.
Slow down , we haven't even skyped yet and you have us having ugly kids p.s. sex ed 101 .... its impossible for 2 men to have a kid