His big fat Hungarian wedding
Not my wedding mind you. No, no. I'm talking about cousin Jr. March 25th. I just pray my clumsiness won't desert me at the crucial moment when I'm being urged to catch the boquet.
posted by asiatown77 @ 21:18
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I just might give this "communication" thing with "the outside world" a whirl, but only via huefl at yahoo.com
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6 Comments:
I like Hungarian men. They're big chunky lumberjack types that give me a sense of security, because I know who to call when I need somebody's head bashed in.
Who the fuck wants to date a skinny Asian? Not me.
I have never been described as a big chunky lumberjack type and I think that was way overdue. Are you hitting on me? (I never know these things.)
No.
Whew. Potential emotional attachment averted.
Ha Ha...
By the way, I'm back.
I'm big, chunky and lumberjackian...I thinkthe lumberjackian in me is my Canadian roots kickin' in. I was born to Hungarian parents in Montreal.
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