Gay dating telephone megaphone
In the real world, my boyfriend lives two states away and we haven’t seen one another since February. He calls and we talk for a couple of hours, but neither of us mention it.
You just rub it on your hips and it eats right through to your liver. We are going to this party, because I'm trying to picture the sort of girl who would be interested in you, and all I can see is you. [On a girl Manny is interested in] Bernard: Who is she then, this so-called person? Bernard: Don't you dare use the word "party" as a verb in this shop!
It's got web access, it's got a camera, it can do everything...
Bernard: Don't you dare use 'party' as a verb in this shop!
I keep it safely tucked inside the envelope with a photo of her reading yesterday's newspaper and wearing an "I love life" t-shirt.
Bernard: Remember that letter you wrote to your mother as part of the self-help programme?