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Mayonnaise.
Contributed by
faiton
on
Saturday, 2nd September 2006 @ 04:54:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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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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faiton
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2006-09-02 04:54:40] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Mayonnaise.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Saturday, 2nd September 2006 @ 05:53:06 AM AEST (User
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F, that M-sauce is always getting us into trouble. True story - I recently spilt yoghurt on my trouser cuff at work, and when someone asked me what happened, I said I was leg- humped by a terrier in the stairwell. Needless to say, I made a major gaffe in office etiquette - a very dangerous mistake for a hetero male in the modern workplace. I should have said, I spilt the mayonnaise during lunch. We live and learn.
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