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Únor 2010
Valentines Disaster
POSLÁNO V
12/02/10
101, Roses on the door
Its Sunday 14th, Valentines Day!
It was 11:00am, and as any usual Sunday morning, I woke up to hear the sound of the advertiser being posted through my front door. Ranting and raving, I eventually crawled out of bed and went down to through it in the bin out of rage, when I halted in my steps by an unexpected delivery. An extra large bouquet of roses, 101 to be exact, were layed across my welcome all doormat. Who could they be from? What kind of unexpected delivery was this and why? Why did I, of all people, deserve this beautiful gift. I picked them up, and underneath the rope, which tied them together, was a card. It read: To my one glimmering star, on this wonderful day, will you let me be, your true love always. After reading this magnificient message I had no choice, and just found myself flinging the front door wide open. Big Mistake! No sooner had I just opened the front door, that I wished I had left it closed. For you see, my mistery admirer was none other, than David Van Day, writing yet another one of his terrible songs yet to be released!
Its Sunday 14th, Valentines Day!
It was 11:00am, and as any usual Sunday morning, I woke up to hear the sound of the advertiser being posted through my front door. Ranting and raving, I eventually crawled out of bed and went down to through it in the bin out of rage, when I halted in my steps by an unexpected delivery. An extra large bouquet of roses, 101 to be exact, were layed across my welcome all doormat. Who could they be from? What kind of unexpected delivery was this and why? Why did I, of all people, deserve this beautiful gift. I picked them up, and underneath the rope, which tied them together, was a card. It read: To my one glimmering star, on this wonderful day, will you let me be, your true love always. After reading this magnificient message I had no choice, and just found myself flinging the front door wide open. Big Mistake! No sooner had I just opened the front door, that I wished I had left it closed. For you see, my mistery admirer was none other, than David Van Day, writing yet another one of his terrible songs yet to be released!
