A fat girlfriend who plays the accordion, I mean what more can a man ask for on Christmas eve – Ted
(I think this might be the right moment to divulge that I hate accordion music. Particularly traditional Norwegian dance music played on that horrible instrument)
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Kevin Jones posted this on Retrorambling’s Facebook timeline an hour ago:
Mister T. T., you are an awesome, diabolical genius, Sir. At long last, my Karma has caught up with me, the chickens have come home to roost. I am faced by my penultimate fear. My new fate is to be trapped, immobile and drooling, in front of my computer’s screen, endlessly replaying stirring traditional Norwegian accordion dance music, sawing at my poor damned ears and blistered soul. Damn you too, Mr. Ted. Bye the bye, your the “What Joy” posting is frighteningly toxic and rightfully should be labelled with the biohazard symbol.
Come on, she looks happy . . . and you’re not buying into only thin girls are nice, are you?
Far from, without the accordions I like girls and women of any shape. And in my experience women with a bit of meat on the bones smile and laugh more than the rest and that’s a big point in their favor.