We hadn’t been dating long, but we’d been friends for years so after the party I spent the night. Next morning, while he cooked breakfast, I got the marmite and ketchup. I dropped the bottle and there was an explosion of red just as the door opened. It wasn’t how I’d pictured meeting his parents.
OK, so it's not fiction... It's still a 55 for G-man.
haha no i imagine that to be quite the first impression...smiles.
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Loved your 55 My Friend.
This was clever and very well written
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
I love surprise endings....although you'd never guess from reading my 55 contributions.
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