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[title] => Mayonnaise.
[time] => 2006-09-02 04:54:40
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[bodytext] => Mayonnaise on my jeans,
Splashed down on my shin.
Noticed not until it mattered.
“Dirty, dirty man.” I saw her eyes say,
Knowing that at my age I still couldn’t eat in polite company.
So, OK, I’ve got mayo on my trousers.
Terribly, terribly shameful,
But I’ll brush it off as a joke.
Everything that is, the mayo and the situation.
It could be worse though,
I could have pasta sauce on my shirt.
Oh.....
Never mind, I hope she doesn’t hold it against me.
Eventually she will realise it doesn’t really matter.
Rubbish at eating but alright bloke.
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