You know how there's venues where women who dine frequent? It's a misnomer really, it's more like where women dress up and compete and drink shitloads of white wine. I'm a voyeur really. But lets call him The Great Waldo Pepper, actually lets not, it's unwieldy and far too many letters to type, but yeah Waldo dragged me into the maw. Wow. It was an almost classy place with far too many chandeliers and women wearing sashes. The best of which said The Future Mrs McMahon.
I made it quite clear that I was trying to use the internets and my iphone and deedpoll to change my surname to McMahon posthaste. It seemed reasonable in the moment, but perhaps I might have been overeager now that I think about it in the cold hard light of... night.
I made it quite clear that I was trying to use the internets and my iphone and deedpoll to change my surname to McMahon posthaste. It seemed reasonable in the moment, but perhaps I might have been overeager now that I think about it in the cold hard light of... night.