tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post4411474648674032609..comments2023-10-05T10:00:27.231-07:00Comments on The Diary of a Gold-Digger: In which Yves' cheapness makes me not very sad when he breaks up with methe gold diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-85845981433941521802012-02-25T07:22:35.719-08:002012-02-25T07:22:35.719-08:00Seriously - where were you guys when I needed you?...Seriously - where were you guys when I needed you? And why did I see Pauline's comment for the first time today? What's wrong with my comment function? I PROMISE I WAS NOT IGNORING YOU, PAULINE!the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-1406544042320750622012-02-24T21:58:27.918-08:002012-02-24T21:58:27.918-08:00I'm with Pauline. Except I would have told him...I'm with Pauline. Except I would have told him to take A TAXI.<br /><br />He owes you gas, wear and tear, and the limo driver's fee for five hours' work, which runs a bit more like $700, and I'd bloody well bill him for that.<br /><br />IvyKllrAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-32059452787218399462012-01-09T14:23:10.787-08:002012-01-09T14:23:10.787-08:00"But it was too late to change his plans.&quo..."But it was too late to change his plans."<br /><br />Lame. <br /><br />Return his beaming smile with a "Not interested in driving you to a faraway airport. Not happening. Here's a train timetable."Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06967217319863841447noreply@blogger.com