My uncle got me a bottle of champaign as a welcoming into my flat. It's a moet something or other, I don't really know. I've kept it in a hidden place in my bedroom instead of being with the rest of my booze.
He said I'm not allowed to open it until the day I propose... if it goes well, then great, and if not, I'll have a nice drink to save my woes.

I really like Ice Wine, I'm gonna get some.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 17:40, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

How did your date go on Sunday Gonz?

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 17:43, Reply)

It's happening next saturday instead, which is WAY better.
Last saturday she did an all-nighter at the iMax, they had a lord of the rings marathon. And on sunday for some reason my tablets kicked in double-hard. I called her at 4ish to see what time she's coming 'round, and she said "Oh shit, really really sorry, just woke up, do you mind if we meet up next saturday instead?" and to tell you the truth I was well pleased 'cus I was shattered.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 17:46, Reply)

Best propose quickly then, Gonz.
Champagne doesn't really keep that long, if you leave it for years and years it will taste like shit.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 20 Feb 2012, 18:05, Reply)

Oh man, I'd hate to let my uncle down.
What do you think is the likely-hood of noticing a tennis ball has been replaced with a grinade?
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 18:20, Reply)