You want a half-wit bank teller for your birthday?
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You want a half-wit bank teller for your birthday?
Bank tellers have money? I thought they just handled other peoples' money.
Nah, I want a hunky sugar daddy who wouldn't mind shelling out for my husband, too.
See, that's why you need to be specific with these birthday wishes...
Makes notes.
I'll see if I can whip up a spare once I've got the recipe worked out.
If he looks like Colin Firth, he can be my fifty-first birthday prezzie, too.
If he looks like Colin Firth, I'm keeping both the original and the copy.
I'm a greedy girl, I am. But you can come visit, and I'll share the twins.
I'll bring lemon bread, and some leather....
Sounds like a party to me.
All this, and I have to admit Deb's present is not actually male. Or alive, for that matter. And alas, it does not have cheekbones.
I do think you're really going to like it, though...if I manage to acquire it. I'm still in the hunt and gather phase since this isn't something I can just find at the mall.
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I've been writing poetry fic, of all things, having finished my Chapter 12 of Matty Groves earlier. The topic being David Bowie song titles, I picked "Eight Line Poem" and went a little odd...
Once again, I am the slacker drabble moderator. In Ohio, it's still Monday, so I'm on time.
Drabble #8 (the blue drabble) is closed.
This week's drabble challenge is: fruit. Oh yes. From the lowly grape to the mighty Ugli fruit -- have at it. Get fruity with your bad selves.