I'm at work at 6:40 AM on a Saturday morning. My face is dry, my eyes look old, my hair is not right, there's something in my underwear scratching at my nuts but damned if I can find it, and I've somehow gained three pounds since yesterday. So go ahead. Push me. Gimme a reason, bitch.
ADDED: If you're checking out song lyrics and, as you look down, you happen to catch your reflection in the CD jewel case, do not under any circumstance look directly at it, especially if you're already in a crap mood.
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"...Tho' often my frank observation might scald; I've been meanin' to tell you for years--You should keep your hair natural like mine..."
If I kept my hair natural like yours, I'd be bald.
I can't remember. Is that how it goes?
Except I almost am.
Sounds like somebody needs a hug!!!
Aww, come home to me tonight and I'll have dinner ready...and a treat. ;)
FG, if by "hug" you mean "jailhouse-style fuck", then you're probably right.
Charlie, if by "treat"...eh, you get the idea.
"...We'll always be bosom buddies,
Friends, sisters and pals;
We'll always be bosom buddies,
If life should reject you,
There's me to protect you...
Oh, I see: Me thinks my recipe for 'pigs in a blanket' is in order for today.
Then we could go get some Chi-town hotdogs. Later. Much.
'Pigs in a blanket', eh? How about I hogtie you with your Versace neckwear and we see where that takes us?
Feisty. Go get'em tiger.
I suppose that's a start.
But it'll be hard to do once you submit to my sassy aftershave while getting a mouth-full of man tit.
Gained three pounds? I say stop looking in the mirror or weighing yourself! Muscle weighs more than fat anyhoo. Next call in sick, they always manage. Then crawl back into bed with some hot number and get those scratchy knickers OFF ;)
Still i do like TOA "the feisty approach" :) i am sure the day will get better.
xx
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