Teppy, why for to make out with the gay boy?
Because making out is fun, gayboys are cute, and no one is expecting it to go any further?
Heh. I've known him since high school (so, just about 20 years). When I saw his outfit -- and he really went all out to be Purple Rain-esque Prince, including brocade frock coat, ruffly shirt (or possibly an ascot, or both), and satin breeches -- I told him "Damn, M., this might be the first time in over 10 years I've been attracted to you!"
He just laughed, and I said "Maybe we'll have to make out later." (This was right when I got there, so I was totally sober.)
Much later, many many MANY drinks later, we were both standing in the back hallway talking to people, and I mentioned the make-out-with-M. comment, and all the gay boys in the hallway thought it was funny and egged us on, and so we made out.
This shouldn't be surprising to anyone who knows me -- I am a kissing fool.
And have a bit of a hangover. Not much, though, which is really surprising.
So do chocolate chips.
Bleah! I hate chocolate chip pancakes. Nutella on crepes is okay though.
David and I are as one.
The crepe place near me makes one that's loaded up with Nutella and slices of pear. Yum.
Mmm. I want crepes. I want someone to cook me crepes. And bring them to me.
This seems unlikely.
We have fantastic crepes in San Francisco and we're closer than Paris.
We have fantastic crepes in San Francisco and we're closer than Paris.
Will you bring them to me? Right now, I mean? Mmmmm....crepes.
Will you bring them to me? Right now, I mean? Mmmmm....crepes.
Hmmm, well it would only take me about ten minutes to make them. Then maybe six hours to buy a ticket, pack, fly to Cincy and cab to your house. You may be wanting more of a dinner crepe by then.
Do you have a pneumatic tube by any chance?
Do you have a pneumatic tube by any chance?
Pneumatic tubes are SO 20th-century. Teleportation is where it's at, baby.
Paul and I make fantastic crepes, and we're about as close as SF.
