Comments on: A Confession: Hay un muro entre tu y yo

By: WordNerd

WordNerd — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 01:51:45 +0000

Oh, you. Making me blush. ;) Glad you find my extremos attractive. :D

By: IP

IP — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:59:28 +0000

Yes, honey (to your last question – don’t worry about the spelling). And not necessarily in that order.

Darling:
tengo gusto de extremos grandes y no puedo mentir.

By: WordNerd

WordNerd — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:42:31 +0000

Basically, kissing you is a religious experience.

AK’s butt is gone, baby, gone.

I do not like cole slaw; Chicken Kiev I’ve never had.

Want me to correct your spelling in comment #3?

Are you saying you need beer, pupusas and your girlfriend to live?

By: IP

IP — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:32:07 +0000

And I misspelled “resemblance” in comment 3.

By: IP

IP — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:30:20 +0000

Hmmm, babelfish translated what you wrote as “to kiss the mouth yours deserves aleluya”, which isn’t terribly helpful for my comprehension.

I refuse to believe that Anna’s butt has gone away.

Is it the cole slaw you hate, or the Chicken Kiev?

Necesito la cerveza y muchas pupusas, y mi novia, vivir!

By: WordNerd

WordNerd — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:05:21 +0000

Oh, I’m sure they’re getting ready to get married. I’m sure her mother is just as frustrated with him as my mother is with you. ;)

AK is looking horribly skinny these days. It’s her, my dear — the Russian booty, she is gone.

But fine, be that way. I was saying that kissing you was nice, but if you’re just going to throw a side dish that I hate back at me *and* you’re going to prefer Skinny Chicken Legs Kiev Anna to me, you ate your last pupusa last week and I refuse to buy you beer ever again.

By: IP

IP — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 18:55:52 +0000

Ah, so you concede they “may not be married”. A good first step towards your inevitable admission that I am right.

Also, the link you posted goes to pictures that are clearly totally Photoshopped. How do I know?

Check out the butt (or lack thereof) in photo 6: http://justjared.buzznet.com/gallery/photos.php?yr=2008&mon=02&evt=enrique-boat&pic=enrique-iglesias-boat-06.jpg

Bears no resemblence whatsoever to the fine round Russian booty I remember. If her ass had looked like that back in the day, I would never have gotten with her to begin with.

And she mailed the chicken in a tupperware container. To my work*.

So ha. And a fine “el cole slaw” to you.

*Though looking at that butt, she would have been better off eating it herself.

By: WordNerd

WordNerd — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:26:30 +0000

The only thing I think would be messy would be an express mailed box of Chicken Kiev. Guh-ross! How the hell did she get our new address?!?

They may not be married but they’re still together as of early last month: http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/02/05/enrique-iglesias-boat/ .

I went down to Dominick’s. I just ran by it when it was closed. That still counts. :P~

Oh honey, besar la boca tuya merece un aleluya. ;)

By: IP

IP — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 15:38:10 +0000

I dispute the basic premise that Enrique and AK are married. He is clearly a closeted homosexual and just using the “marriage” thing for cover. She is still secretly pining away for me after our messy breakup. How else to explain that huge batch of Chicken Kiev I received in express mail last week, postmarked Miami?

Also, if it’s my fault for not wandering up to Oxford, it’s your fault for not wandering down to Dominick’s. Yeah, those Tuesday night meetings could go long, but over the years I’m pretty sure I spent a lot more time drinking sangria than I did on the 4th floor of the Union.

Te quiero, mi amor. ;)