We said our farewells but not in the typical Russian way.. where he would whisper a passionate goodbye in my ear and I would fling myself at his work boots as he was walking down the driveway...he simply asked for the cheque because he had another job site to go to. That sort of took the romance out of the whole thing...bastard.
I'm still dreaming of the perfect man...but I have been alive long enough to know, that just ain't gonna happen....
So, I'm going back to my main man
Yes, I know you have seen him before, and I know you guys miss angel man...but this angel man actually cleans the snow off your sidewalk...even though he isn't Russian..I sort of like his big butt cheeks. They look comfy.
I just can't believe how much he looks like Gord...from the rear at least..even the boots...and the shovel....the halo and wings....not so much.
Ahh Fuck the Russian. I'm over it.