To summarise: Parkin is being very cagey over the identity of her new gentlemen friend after being swept up in a whirlwind romance involving tea parties, miniatures and vintage Skipper.
Here is the next intriguing clue in the magnificent (that may be a little strong), mini-series 'The Mysterious Parkin'.
The time: Monday 02/05/2011 11am
The Place: Mine and Parkin's city penthouse*
Me: Hiya Parks, been shopping? Did you get bread?
Parkin: I didn't eat the last slice. Get it yourself.
Me: But you know I'm desperately trying to become a hermit.
Parkin: Wait until you see what I got before you start going off on tangents.
I'm going to look amazing!
Me: But you know I'm desperately trying to become a hermit.
Parkin: Wait until you see what I got before you start going off on tangents.
I'm going to look amazing!
Parkin: I just need to clear the table *sweep*
Parkin: Are you ready?!
Me: Go on then. Your dramatics have certainly raised the excitement level! (I'm right, guys, aren't I? ...Guys?!)
Parkin: Ta daaah!! I'm gonna be a blonde bombcase.
Me: A blonde bombcase? You're certainly a *something* case.
Anyway, I'm not sure one bottle is going to cut it.
You have a... a lot of hair. On your humongous melon.
Parkin: I already thought of that... *cough*boringpants*cough*
Parkin: Buy one get one free!
*Penthouse in this instance refers to a flat, above a flat, above a shop. It is a loose term and was in no way intended to be deceptive.
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