Would you think I was fucked up if I said that was one of my prettiest compliments ever? I think maybe. But it's true. At least you didn't bend me over a patrol car, I guess.
Tara ,'Get It Done'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Would you think I was fucked up if I said that was one of my prettiest compliments ever?
It was not intended as an insult.
at least you didn't bend me over a patrol car...
Unfair imagery.
A lot of women might find it less than complimentary. But I'm callous and strange. Making me giggle is going to screw up my enigmatic, noirish blonde thing, though.(Not as much as my running my mouth) "Unfair imagery..." (shut up! Blush.) No, please don't.
If I wanted to compliment a lot of women, I would find another place to do it. For instance, a place where women are more easily complimented.
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Ok, I am coming up blank on where women are easily complimented.
Natter?
Allyson, make other people write your bio. In fact, use the one Cindy wrote, because it is brilliant. And congrats on the agent contacting you!You know, I wrote it for grins Allyson, but it is yours to do with what you like.
Cindy, the next time I have to supply a bio for anything, I'm going to beg you to write it for me, okay?After a compliment like that, Jilli? You bet your pointy little boots.
If I wanted to compliment a lot of women, I would find another place to do it. For instance, a place where women are more easily complimented.
...
Ok, I am coming up blank on where women are easily complimented.
Natter?
I'm thinking Harry's Bar, in Venice. That would be Italy, not Southern California. Where they have a guy on staff to do nothing all day except pulp white peaches for bellinis.
Good place for complimenting women easily.
PCH One
I had never expected to see it, yet, there it had been. So briefly existent that I took my eye off the road for longer than comfortable on the narrow winding road. Chasing the shadow of my car as it wavered against the towering rocks to my right, balanced on the knife edge of mountain and sea, I felt if I drove just a little bit faster I could catch it again—a forlorn hope. More than just an atmospheric effect, it was the elusive green flash, sought after by many, but given only by grace, never by human effort.
Where they have a guy on staff to do nothing all day except pulp white peaches for bellinis.Euphemism?
Or girl band?
Euphemism?
Or girl band?
MuHAAA! Seriously - the bellini (white peach pulp in prosecco) was invented at Harry's Bar.
mmmmmmmmm, Venice. Cipriani's. Must get back to Italy, damn it; Nic's never been to Venice and he needs to spend a couple of days there.