Dean Whitbread 2020
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Many thanks to all who voted in the HB Love Poll. Results are that he is going to be Honest, but with some potential put-offs removed. One of those put-offs to be removed will be the fact that he has taken his instructions from total strangers on the internet. I can’t quite believe that 4 people want him to pretend to be a magical sexylovebeast from another dimension, but there you are, common sense prevailed.
I have been working my butt off this month trying to stay this side of solvent and sane, continuing my theme of Cupid=Stupid, resisting the annual Valentine’s Day Nightmare, and somehow attempting to examine the reality of love and the myths and expectations that surround it. Next Tuesday my personal quest will be over, left lying tattered in the ruins of empty champagne bottles, bruised egos, wounded hearts and unwanted pregnancies, and this means I shall thankfully be able to move onto my second topic of the year, which I shall reveal in due course, oh my, oh gosh, how the tension is killing me.
I went to Holland Park yesterday, and I took these pictures.
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Try to keep your food down, you’ll be doing everyone a favour.
Now I’m off to arouse HB, inspect the hair cut, and get him a date for Monday. Wish me luck.
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Great pics but I’m feeling bad that I haven’t gotten my wife any pink garbage with ruffles and naked babies. I suppose I have shopping to do, this weekend.
So you got your friend a date, very nice of you.
haha, you are a riot. you need to fiddle with some html, the images have pushed your page way right and your profile etc. to the bottom.
That’s so cute I’m going to vomit. You know what I hate about Valentine’s Day? The word “doilies.” People who say “doilies” should be taken out and shot.
I have nothing to say really except that I notice this article was posted at 11:11 which is some sort of good luck omen for me so, perhaps that bodes well for HB. Of course, it might be that it’s a bad luck omen. I can’t remember which. Never mind, and don’t tell HB that last part.
you’ve got gmail.