I swear, the man in the mirror is not me, we have been spending time together for like 2 years. Now he hates me just that I ate his pudding last night.
Pasta - that may be so but..................... //I swear, the man in the mirror is not me, we have been spending time together for like 2 years. Now he hates me just that I ate his pudding last night.// Sorry but this doesn't sound genuine query to me.
You didn't borrow his pudding....you stole it....took it from him.
Seventy years ago a boy took and ate my pink fondant fancy. I still haven't forgiven or spoken to him.
You're on a loser.
Yes, Mamya! That fondant fancy...the pink one at the Coronation party. And with more royal celebrations coming up it's a constant reminder bringing even more tears. :-(