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Tonight we are drinking nothing but Italian wine in support of the desired result.

 

Fuck England, my adopted home by the end of the year.

 

Never lived in England before. Looking forward to it, when the faggot thick Scottish retards don't vote Yes.

 

The itch to relocate every so often is endemic within the wife and I. Now that the eldest three have flown the nest, the itch is irresistible.

 

Mon the cider-drinkers. But tonight, mon the Italians.

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I think her itch maybe the hope that you will relocate...on your own.

 

After 28 years and 8 days together, her need to leave would have manifested itself by now.

 

Unless she's been brain-battered into submission after this long.

 

The poor woman is a gibbering wreck. But a fucking good looking gibbering wreck.

 

Don't give a fuck how her mental state is. As long as outwardly, she looks good and reflects well on me, that's all that matters.

 

She's back in the kitchen, chained to her chores this evening.

 

Fucking bitches.

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After 28 years and 8 days together, her need to leave would have manifested itself by now.

 

Unless she's been brain-battered into submission after this long.

 

The poor woman is a gibbering wreck. But a fucking good looking gibbering wreck.

 

Don't give a fuck how her mental state is. As long as outwardly, she looks good and reflects well on me, that's all that matters.

 

She's back in the kitchen, chained to her chores this evening.

 

Fucking bitches.

Likewise me with you you mad bastard. ;)

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