BYRON
Dined out with Perce this evening. Caught my reflection in the back of his fork and realised once again how really, really ridiculously good-looking I am. Perhaps should have made career from that instead of poxy poetry.
Speaking of poetry - what rhymes with Don Juan?
Nothing, I suppose. Never mind, shall change pronounciation of Spanish dude for the rest of eternity, haha! I win. Ner ner ner.
Must speak to P about using cutlery to eat; not to stab people who look at my ass. Anyone would think the man was jealous.
Speaking of poetry - what rhymes with Don Juan?
Nothing, I suppose. Never mind, shall change pronounciation of Spanish dude for the rest of eternity, haha! I win. Ner ner ner.
Must speak to P about using cutlery to eat; not to stab people who look at my ass. Anyone would think the man was jealous.