The toasters on the blink.
I don't care, I'm leaving you.
I know you like your toast in the morning, but that's a bit extreme.
I've met someone new.
You never mentioned that last night when you were screaming, more, more.
That was goodbye sex.
I think I'll get a brown toaster.
You would put a brown toaster against a red background.
Hardly your concern now.
I designed this kitchen, you are not getting a brown toaster.
Think I'll change the whole decor when you leave.
That is just typical of you. You just can't wait to forget me.
I think it's for the best, cuddles. Maybe make it my man cave.
That's it, I'm dumping the other guy. I am not having you undo all my good work.
Won't he be devastated.
Who cares. Right, we're going shopping today.
Oops, turned out to be the fuse.
Right, I'm going.
Going where, cuddles.
Back to bed, do not disturb me.
Aw, I was thinking some sympathy sex, maybe get back together sex.
Do not disturb me.
Okay cuddles, I'll pop down to the tailors, get fitted out for your sister's wedding. I'm thinking bright orange,
Oh my god, stay there, I'm going with you.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
I love the way you've portray the serve and volley nature of this relationship. Love your biting wit, nicely done.
She knew better. lol
Love it. Underneath it all lies the idiocy of our mixed feelings in a relationship but here srved up like a true sitcom.
Youre very talented, a joy to read. (dont tell Teddy but I make my own marmalade).
She'll be sending the mafia for the recipe.
God fun write Paul, some relationships can be a bit up and down.
I have a red toaster if you would like it to go with your decor.
Andy
Red is cool, but it's just not brown.
Gotta be a brown toaster. Something to grade your toast with.
Some relationships thrive on a bit of to and fro (or fro and to if you must) Keeps the heart pumping...
Brown toaster is still in the box,but as soon as she goes, it's out.
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