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[Dec. 4th, 2008|01:53 am] |
And then you say "Hey I bought you flowers
And then you say, wait a minute Sally,
I think I got somethin' in my teeth,
Could you get it out for me?
That's fuckin teamwork!
What's your favorite posish?
That's cool with me,
It's not my favorite
But I'll do it for you.
What's your favorite dish?
I'm not gonna cook it,
But I'll order it from ZANZIBAR!
And then, I'm gonna love you completely.
And then, I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly.
And then, I'll fucking bone you completely.
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard.
Hard.
Romance ain't dead, folks.
You've probably heard from Layla by now that we're doing it. Getting married, all that good stuff. It didn't take me long, once we got to know each other, to realize that I wanted to spend the rest of my life, forever, with her. We've always talked about settling down, and having eight kids together, and I finally decided to put up, or shut up, so to speak. There was no getting down on one knee, no engagement ring in the wine glass or anything cheesy. We just agreed on it.
Actually, all the wedding stuff is being kept simple. We're having a small ceremony in Mexico, just close family and someone to perform the ceremony. The only thing that's a little tacky and cheesy is the date of the whole thing: Christmas Eve. I'm a big Christmas guy, and I really want Layla to be my wife by Christmas. Layla El Sanchez-Garcia London does have a ring to it.
With the wedding in 20 days, I've not really had much time to concentrate on my career, or lack thereof. Yeah, I got released, big deal. Of course I was angry at first, and then hurt, but now it's pretty simple. I wasn't being used, they needed to cut down on expenses. Sure, I didn't have the best run, but one can't be bitter. I've got too much to be happy about. Maybe TNA is in the cards, or ROH, an indy fed, Mexico or Japan. I'd be happy to work anywhere, as long as I can come home to Layla and the dogs. Speaking of which, I have to say farewell and adios to Tomax, one of the pups me and Ashley bought together. I hate losing pets. RIP little buddy. Keep on chasing your tail in Heaven.
I'm sad now.
» christmas frankenpaul
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MEANING I AM NOT PAUL LONDON. I DON'T KNOW HIM. AND PAUL, IF YOU'RE READING THIS? I'M A HUGE FAN. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME. |
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