Saturday, 15 December 2007

"Poor Baby", she says while laughing wickedly!

It's Boyfriend's "office" X-mas party tonight and I received this text from him just a little while ago:

"I've been kidnapped by Dr xx! He's really drunk and has dragged me to a club in xyz. We're in the oldies part. It's horrible. I feel 40 and I want to come home!"

Boyfriend was so certain about it not being too late a night as "they're all family people so will want to have a nice day tomorrow..." Absolutely brilliant!

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