I am the sexiest. I will always be the sexiest. You may squabble all you want over my throne, but it is now and ever shall be mine.
Good God Almighty. I will never again slander Big Bertha's coffee if it's less than six hours old. I went to the gas station for peach tea and lottery tickets and decided a coffee with some half and half might help the journey home. I like the special coffees but they are far too sweet for a diabetic. So, I figure 24 oz of regular coffee, cut with plenty of creamish substance, can't possibly be as bad as BB offers. Half a gallon of milk later I can almost not taste the noxious brew.
About this comp. I am a writer by trade when I'm not being a part-time plumber. Mostly I'm a humorist, but I can turn my finger to other genrees (that is the rite spiling for the ploorul, yes?) when the mood, usually applied in the form of a 4 by 2 applied swiftly to the back of my head, strikes me. Therefore I thought I might apply my typifying finger to my first ever erotic story. I understand the deadline is sometime around Christmas, so that's what I'll aim for. No telling which Christmas, but Christmas. One problem: I can't find the destructions. I know someone posted them in this very Fred, but I can't find nuttin that ain't under my nose. And if it's under my nose I _really_ can't find it.
Thank 'ee kindly, and if you have some paint stripper to clean my tongue I'd be grateful. Or maybe a couple of wet vaginas would be better.
Making scratches with bosun's claws.
not passing, not never not nohow.
Oh, and a date. And perhaps fuck you beyond your wildest dreams.
I survived. If I can do it anybody can.
I don't do men, I don't even like most men, but you are one of the good ones. Fond.
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.
Night, I'll warrant you are quite sexy, but I am the sexiest. I will always be the sexiest. You may squabble all you want over my throne, but it is now and ever shall be mine.
Tea and a hug. Do you have any biccies?