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.
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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.
t /tease
pftttpfptph!
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.
Wheee! Fruit. This should get porny quick. Crosses fingers.
I blink at her in incomprehension. It's not that Jamaica is a totally straight country, but it's hostile to the gay lifestyle. I've been brought up too many different places, too many different ways, to let her stay sheltered. She's open-minded, but she does have some cobwebs to shake off, and a new vernacular to acquire.
I'm walking her through it, as a good modern daughter should. Oh, but it's hard. She's arch, and she's tangential, and she's stubborn. And she knows me.
Suddenly I'm screaming.
"IT'S FRUIT FLY!!!! FOR THE LAST TIME ... STOP CALLING ME A FAGGOT MAGGOT!!!"