Here we see Clippit. Sexy and fascistic. Oh he’s so proud! He’s an absolute nightmare to date though. You may have seen me talk about (drunkenly) on Sherby57’s blog http://sherby57.co.uk/2010/01/23/clippit/. Oh he’s an absolute beast! When we went to the pub as soon as you even go to stand up he’s all “you look like you’re going to the bar, can I help you with that?” and I’d be like “Jesus clippit, I’m going the bog”.
If I spend too much, he gets all bent out of shape, turns into an exclamation mark and tells me to ‘save’ what I’m doing. When he’d come around to mine, we’d be watching TV, I’d have a hard day at work and just want to lie, comatose, on the settee. Oh he wouldn’t like that. He’d be tapping me all the time. Then I’d lose it with him and start shouting at him for tapping me with his little wiry finger thing. He’d reply “you look like you’re getting angry. Can I help you with that?” The sarcastic bastard. Then he’d say “Do you want me to rub your feet? Do you want to turn into your mother? Do you want to take out your issues with your ex-boyfriend on me? Would you like to bring up the incident from the past when I wet the bed that you always bring up when we have an argument?”
He knows me so well. Darn Clippit. Anyway, see a lovely portrait of him that I did. I know it’s a bit risqué, with me doing a nude portrait of him, but he really is quite proud of his body. He is an overbearing piece of stationary, but swit-swoo!