I now have metallic gold streaks in my hair...
And even I, and a team of trained historians couldn't tell you when the firm indignant, nay, furious "no" became "alright then".
He could teach Machaevelli some tricks.
And even I, and a team of trained historians couldn't tell you when the firm indignant, nay, furious "no" became "alright then".
He could teach Machaevelli some tricks.
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Date: 2003-07-05 03:58 am (UTC)Mmm, maybe you'd have a better reaction if you kissed his nose instead . . . might be more fun anyway.
Mmmm . . dark latin men . . . mmmm . . . pale pretty boys . . . Whoa! Down, hormones! Down! Down girls! ::pouts:: Still have too many x chromosomes.
I'm glad I don't get bad thoughts held against me . . . because last night I dreamt I was suffocating my next door neighbour by holding her head under the snow (and I *like* my neighbour).
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Date: 2003-07-06 07:33 am (UTC)I'll whap it first then kiss it to confuse him.
Both are perfectly lucious though, I'm sure there's plenty of straight ones out there (gods know I've ran into plenty)
That's caprice compared to what I've done in my head to my neighbours - I content myself to signing them up to every mailing list in the known world and watch the post man stagger in with a hernia under the weight of rubbish.
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Date: 2003-07-07 03:42 am (UTC)Use a newspaper. . . more chance of things getting kinky that way. (Bad puppy . . . er boyfriend ::WHAP:: DOWN boy! Er . . . I mean UP boy!)
The sad thing is, I probably wouldn't be attracted to the straight ones (I am a sad sad person).
Oh, and the mailing list thing? Evil. Pure evil. But very clever!