I open the knocking door, expecting the postman with my array of international cheeses. I crack the door and find an empty doorstep. No postman. No cheeses. The semi-formal social is cancelled
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Barnyard follow-the-leader.foreignpetalsMay 5 2006, 21:25:41 UTC
Am I getting the kiss off? err... again? should I cancel the float of flowers and the helicopter flight to the suite in the Puget Sound.
I wish you would have told me sooner, doll. Gary Shandling and his wife, Mona, invited me to a hockey game and I told them I couldn't go because I had a "fuck date."
Thanks a bunch, baby. My lonely Cinco de Mayo thanks you. And my ill reputation thanks you. I think I'll converse with a bottle of rum tonight.
LY. You won't see my face smiling for a while, baby.
Re: Barnyard follow-the-leader.shiningclothesMay 6 2006, 01:46:21 UTC
you know that my phone and actions are closely monitered, i am a creature solely based on random events and sudden urges. If I have failed to please your standards, yet again, I refuse to appologize. I can only stretch myself so many ways and yours is in a direction that my stubby arms fail to reach.
born under the stars of tragedy.porcupinesoulMay 6 2006, 10:56:56 UTC
You've become pretty flexible, miss, and that's a feat to be proud of. Stay proud. Perhaps it is I that should apologize, then. For being so utterly pathetic that I cannot make you crack a smile like I used to. You, it seems, can only smile when you see how down-on-my-luck I've become. Someone who has.. what was it? "never wronged me?"
Swell, I suppose. This neverending purgatory of cock teases and misread fortunes I've been dropped into should suffice in making you giggle for another eternity or two.
Your refusal to apologize is expected, miss. But this role reversal you have pulled has made me a supervillain of sorts, and I left my purple pants in the garden. Make sure you're ready for the powers you've unleashed.
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I wish you would have told me sooner, doll. Gary Shandling and his wife, Mona, invited me to a hockey game and I told them I couldn't go because I had a "fuck date."
Thanks a bunch, baby. My lonely Cinco de Mayo thanks you. And my ill reputation thanks you. I think I'll converse with a bottle of rum tonight.
LY.
You won't see my face smiling for a while, baby.
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Swell, I suppose. This neverending purgatory of cock teases and misread fortunes I've been dropped into should suffice in making you giggle for another eternity or two.
Your refusal to apologize is expected, miss. But this role reversal you have pulled has made me a supervillain of sorts, and I left my purple pants in the garden. Make sure you're ready for the powers you've unleashed.
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