Mixing Garbage: A Tale of Love!

“Lovely frame…”
Here’s the story of a lonely lady, who was getting older every day. All her friends were getting married, but people thought she was gay. Here’s the story of a man named Dockings, who was with two kids of his own. He packed his stockings and flew just to get betrothed.
Crappy attempt at a jingle aside. So Carl Dockings, who works on the city council of some crap hole town in Britain, was playing cards online when he met Danielle. She also hailed from some trash hole, but in her own respective country of America. So they hit it off and Carl claims they were in love even before they sent each other pictures. Carl on sending photos:
We finally agreed to swap photos and Danielle sent one over first - after seeing the photo of her I was terrified of sending the photo of myself.
That might have something to do with the fact that you look like a slightly thinner Will Sasso. So our trash (American) got together with their trash (Britain). The benefactor? She took him to Britain to live with him. And what has the new Mrs. Dockings had to say about this:
We were chatting and emailing and playing cards for about 10 months. It was good conversation - there was never any awkward silence. He was really funny and we seemed to click right away.
The internet does remove awkward silence but she’ll find out how real conversations work when the divorce lawyer comes to town. Go on Danielle:
I was able to pick up on how loving and caring he was because we would talk about our day to day lives and he would talk about how he was with his kids. I fell in love with his personality and the kind of person he was.
Simply put: He is ugly but she doesn’t mind.
I hate: love
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Lol….if I didn’t have a sense of humour, I might be offended.
You might want to re-think your writing though. It doesn’t make for very interesting reading…hence the lack of comments anywhere on this site.
I see that you’re already following suit by spelling words like “humour” british style. If you are “that” danielle, I’m astonished you found this. You prove to me you’re her and I will print an apology granted I get an interview. Newspapers don’t know jack shit in asking the right questions…
reach me via AIM… OverRyle