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I just flew in from Germany and boy, are my arms tired. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week. Month. Decade? I'm not quite sure how long this step of the plan is going to take, actually. Regardless, while I don't deserve your adoration, I will still wholeheartedly accept any thrown panties and other erotic sundries.
... this is also probably very horrible timing, considering that I've just recently been insisted to that I was dead as a Marly and doornail combined, but the only thing I've arisen from lately is the smelliest set of motel lodgings, oh, ever. Speaking of that, does anyone have candy? I managed to sit in my cache of chocolate already and stained the hell out of these trousers, I'm that brilliant.
Also, can everyone keep their mouths shut about... this as well? Pretty please with an undead arm or too on top? Seeing as how this is a secret affair that a certain overly-abundant-in-the-gorgeous-department-darling-baby-boopie-poo just cannot know about -- or Liz, or my wonderful lady, or sweetheart of my diabetic soul, she's got so many adorable traits to name, yes? -- ... what the hell was I originally talking about.
Tangent aside, I've got some questions. And boy, are my arms -- I already did that one? Damn it. Look, I have some questions, yes? Now perk up and pretend you're interested, friends.
((I normally don't add ETAs to these kinds of posts, but I'm overdue for bed. ALL THREADS WILL BE PICKED UP TOMORROW if you poke me. Or even if you don't. I kind of love bring Stephan out, can you tell.))
... this is also probably very horrible timing, considering that I've just recently been insisted to that I was dead as a Marly and doornail combined, but the only thing I've arisen from lately is the smelliest set of motel lodgings, oh, ever. Speaking of that, does anyone have candy? I managed to sit in my cache of chocolate already and stained the hell out of these trousers, I'm that brilliant.
Also, can everyone keep their mouths shut about... this as well? Pretty please with an undead arm or too on top? Seeing as how this is a secret affair that a certain overly-abundant-in-the-gorgeous-department-darling-baby-boopie-poo just cannot know about -- or Liz, or my wonderful lady, or sweetheart of my diabetic soul, she's got so many adorable traits to name, yes? -- ... what the hell was I originally talking about.
Tangent aside, I've got some questions. And boy, are my arms -- I already did that one? Damn it. Look, I have some questions, yes? Now perk up and pretend you're interested, friends.
((I normally don't add ETAs to these kinds of posts, but I'm overdue for bed. ALL THREADS WILL BE PICKED UP TOMORROW if you poke me. Or even if you don't. I kind of love bring Stephan out, can you tell.))