“You’re a messer is what you are,” he replied between mouthfuls of roast beef. “And that’s grand. We all love your messy antics.” “But?” “You’re not exactly boyfriend material now, are you, lad?” “Ex-fucking-scuse me,” I gasped, practically falling out of my seat in my outrage. “You’re one to talk, Mister Seeing One Girl While Pining After Another One Entirely.”
