This Clucky Shit Would Work a Lot Better If He Had a Uterus

Grand Award Winner for the "Did You Really Say That Just Now?!" Out of Left Field comment of the year:

Amo, facciamo una famiglia?

Tone of voice: like a little boy asks their mother for a puppy
Setting: while we're playing on the PS2 a game where ramming the shit out of the other cars is the object of the game.

Ensuing Discussion: I sidestepped the question with a well placed

"Oh dear christ. Little versions of you and me?"
"If it's a boy we can name it Thomas. And then his nicknamed will be Tim."
"No honey, Tom is short for Thomas, Tim is short for Timothy. Why do you want Tim as a nickname?"
"*im, *im, and Tim"
"No fucking way."
"...yeah, you're right."

So at least we've agreed the more Rhyming Names are absolutely out of the question.


Yes, our names rhyme. Yes, it's cute enough to induce vomiting. Ironically his parents still can't remember my name at times.

My new Boss is a Total Bitch and Other Snippets from the Front

The two of you that actually read Favoloso Mondo might be wondering about the latest news in this galaxy of slack that is this blog. So as I'm totally slacking today, here's a helping of quickies of news since erm, December. (Slack slack slack. Or not...)

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So we've established that the Henchwoman was visiting in November. Three weeks later the majority of SO's family came to visit; his older brother for a week, and his youngest sister and father for around a month. There were times I was really thankful that I don't understand [insert language that isn't Italian or English here], namely during family arguments, and other times were I would rapidly stop wondering if they were talking about me and instead would be bored off my Keister.

We've also established that his Dad's a wee perv. There were a few times when his family slept at my place as we would have dinners there (being bigger). He perved on all of my flatmates. Subtly, but it was definitely perving.

We had to warn the girls that SO's dad was prone to nightly bathroom excursions that didn't involve A) locking the door (as he's not a generally well man and thus keeps unlocked doors for safety reasons) and B)turning on the lights. So there was a distinct possibility of my flatmates walking in on an elderly pissing perv.

Oh Hell Fucking Yeah

Or: Why I love World Cup season.

Ok, I could do without Gattuso (who I've dubbed 'Ooga Booga' as he reminds me of a cavemen; am rather surprised by the chest depilation) or Pirlo (meh), but there is my baby Cannavaro. 3 Juvis and the 2 Milani (whom I'll just cover up their faces...) = serious spank bank material.

The only thing missing to score a 10 on the Orgasmatron is Cannavaro's younger brother Paolo (who seems to be a bit more inhibited when it comes to stripping in front of the camera. Pity)

Mmm. Cannavaro sandwich. Oooo.