My beautiful beautiful Phythical Terroritht looked like somebody had smushed a handful of blueberries into his eye, and then stuck a bit of nude pantyhose to his eyebrow. That gorgeous man with his gorgeous scar and hands of spinal stimulation at the very least should have had one of my pirate or bacon and eggs bandaids.
I told him he looked manly and he giggled.
I asked if he screamed when he was headbutted and he machismoed.
I asked him if he screamed all manly and with machismo when headbutted and did he at least win the match and he grinned his beautiful grin and said no, they'd lost, but he'd thworn in a quite manly way. And then he made me do extra minutes on the arm bike and a new exercise for my shoulders because he said it was obvious that my being a smart-ath meant I wath feeling better and thould be working harder. I dithagree.
Today I also had lunch with Favoritest Customer EVER bfore my date..appointment..with Now You'll Have Matching Beautiful Eyebrow Scars And PLEASE Manhandle My Scar You Rugby Playing Chilean Hottie. I snuck out of work slightly early and hid mysteriously around the corner and beckoned over FCE who kidnapped me and bought me a chicken sandwich. I was happy.
All is good.
Except I'm not supposed to be eating.
Since when did that ever stop me?
Oh yeah, and I'm attempting a new career as an erotica writer for Rogue Agent. Show of hands from whomever can read that sentence and not either crack up or just shake their head, mutter " Oh Puglet. Why.....why..?" as they slouch away.
My beautiful beautiful Phythical Terroritht looked like somebody had smushed a handful of blueberries into his eye, and then stuck a bit of nude pantyhose to his eyebrow. That gorgeous man with his gorgeous scar and hands of spinal stimulation at the very least should have had one of my pirate or bacon and eggs bandaids.
I told him he looked manly and he giggled.
I asked if he screamed when he was headbutted and he machismoed.
I asked him if he screamed all manly and with machismo when headbutted and did he at least win the match and he grinned his beautiful grin and said no, they'd lost, but he'd thworn in a quite manly way. And then he made me do extra minutes on the arm bike and a new exercise for my shoulders because he said it was obvious that my being a smart-ath meant I wath feeling better and thould be working harder. I dithagree.
Today I also had lunch with Favoritest Customer EVER bfore my date..appointment..with Now You'll Have Matching Beautiful Eyebrow Scars And PLEASE Manhandle My Scar You Rugby Playing Chilean Hottie. I snuck out of work slightly early and hid mysteriously around the corner and beckoned over FCE who kidnapped me and bought me a chicken sandwich. I was happy.
All is good.
Except I'm not supposed to be eating.
Since when did that ever stop me?
Oh yeah, and I'm attempting a new career as an erotica writer for Rogue Agent. Show of hands from whomever can read that sentence and not either crack up or just shake their head, mutter " Oh Puglet. Why.....why..?" as they slouch away.