Tonight is Chinese banquet night, and I have eight dishes to unleash on my unsuspecting public. It matters not that I have rice vinegar in my hair, sherry splattered all over my slippers (yes, sherry is an essential component in all Chinese cooking) and silken tofu in my cleavage: it's all going to taste like heaven.
Me, earlier today.
But first, time for a nap.
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Clearly my invitation got lost in the post. That seems to happen alot...
Post me some!
Johnny: you know why you don't get invited to these things - you make girls cry. But let's meet up soon for Indian sweeties in Tollcross.
B, that would be true if you were to admit that it's you that cries.
Did the tofu taste like heaven because it landed in your cleavage, or was it like that already.
Johnny. True, but the other ones went further and vetoed you completely.
Tim: I'm assuming the absence of a question mark makes that a rhetorical question.
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