P ometimes with Mackerel, one tries to be romantic ... But it is not won.
Last night, comfortably installed in our stake in Intimate Confessions watch because we had committed adultery like rabbits the day before, so it should be based pan-fry a little, we are attempting to nick declarations of love.
It would have been a shame not to share it with you ...
Cod: - Why you love me?
Mackerel, feeling the wind coming and looking up to heaven - Pfff, because I am with you ...
- Nah, it's not an answer that! Come on, tell me what you like about me ...
- Your ass!
- I'm talking seriously here! Come on, tell me ...
- Well, I'm serious, your ass. And your face. You got a super pretty face.
- Good, but I will not talk about physical characteristics, I speak in character, etc..
- Your humor. You make me laugh all the time, it's fun to live with you. You're a clown.
- Yeah but hey, besides that ... Something less commonplace, what!
- Ah! I know! Your next boor! You fart in bed, you rotes as a trucker and you scream like a skunk who just woke up ...
- Pay your declaration of love ...
Minute rigoulade. Hihi hoho huhu, which is rigoulo!
- Oh yes, and I admire your hard work ...
- many?
- Yes, all this passion that you put to scrub the floor when I returned, everything shines and sparkles, I, it moves me ...
- But you're con ...
- And you, why you love me?
- dunno, I gotta be an alcoholic without the knowledge ...
