Tino (12/261)
He was my Italian stallion and I thoroughly enjoyed our rides on the wild side. Our mothers were less thrilled: his deplored my mother’s reliance on Campbell’s soup, and mine was worried that I’d end up barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, making home-made pasta.
posted by Helen @ 11:29 AM
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Who do you think of when you eat home-made pasta?
If this were me Tino would be on my mind as the red sauce teased my lips!
I actually got a call from him when I turned 40, 20 years since we had last been in touch. I realized at that point that I didn't want to resurrect the past...
come on, come on... We're all waiting to hear about your Polish Stallion, your Lithuanian Stallion, your Newfoundland Stallion...
Don't keep us waiting.
tick, tick, tick...
Wild horses couldn't drag all my past exploits out of me...
"wild horses"
ha ha ha ha ... very clever
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