IN MEMORIAM OF MY HOT MAN

I met Manuel years ago in a Scottish hardware store. //
It was love at first sight. We ended up in bed that very same night… //
”We had six wonderful years together. Those were the times.” //
”But now Manuel is broken. So badly there’s no fixing him.” //
”Oh, how will I survive now?” //
”Oh well. Manuel would want me to move on… and get a new hot friend.” (Hardware store)

Lumihevonen melkein putosi metron penkiltä kun aikoinaan kerroin hänelle, että olin ostanut kuumavesipullon ja antanut sille nimeksi Manuel. Viittailin myös Manueliin yleensä ”hottina miehenäni”.
Snowhorse almost fell out of the Metro bench back when I told her I had bought a hot water bottle and named it Manuel. I mostly referred to Manuel as ”my hot man”.