What'd the bitch/prick run off with?

Flash --

Why does that not surprise me. Women can be dumber than men, some times...

 

My virginity ... 8)

 

Three_Bags, you'll apreciate this one...

One girl took off with my chef's knife, as well as the rest of the kitchen stuff.

And the ice cube trays. That shit was cold.

 

Actually, like SF, I break up well.
It's really the part of the relationship at which I'm best.

 

If Mrs. tbf ever decided to leave -- and God, I hope she doesn't -- she can have everything in the house except my stereo/surround system, knife set, mixer and springform pan.

I'd kill a muthafucka over that.

 

The current girl is pretty good about that stuff. I've actually found it's easier for me to date a woman who can't cook and knows it than one who thinks she can and can't.

I came home one time to find the girl who ran off with it using my Wusthof chef's knife in an attempt to chop raw chicken on a dinner plate.

New girl knows not to touch the knives (though I have a drawer full of old, off brand knives that she can use for whatever), copper saucier or any of the cast-iron skillets, under penalty of death.

 

Unlike your drinks.

 

Well I'm gonna to go then. And I don't need any of this. I don't need this stuff, and I don't need you. I don't. ...

And that's it and that's the only thing I need, is this. I don't need this or this. Just this ashtray. And this paddle game, the ashtray and the paddle game and that's all I need. And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that's all I need. And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that's all I need. And that's all I need too. I don't need one other thing, not one - I need this. The paddle game, and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches, for sure. And this. And that's all I need. The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, this magazine and the chair.

 

If there was no Mrs. TBF, I'd have you come to my house and make me a cheesecake!

 

Well, thanks.

And I make a mighty mean cheesecake.

 

Fuck that's nice. Call me stupid because I like hot guys ...

 

For Valentine's Day I made a really thick "book" of pictures of our first few months together on different colors of construction paper. I took a lot of photos of her and vice-versa, and every few pages there would be lovey-dovey quotes accompanying certain photos. Took a lot of time and love to put that together.

Oh, yeah, there's also that $700 bike I bought her with the money I won for being Employee of the Year. Why do I have the feeling she doesn't have that anymore?