It is no secret that Steve Truempy tried to make out with me last night. I wasn't having it, especially after I discovered that he thought Sean Hannity was attractive, and the fact that he didn't have a copy of "Wang Dang Doodle" in his DJ crates.
I wouldn't even let him touch my yarn.
I DID let Sooner touch my yarn, and my tender nethers, as we all know his feelings on Hannity's vapid forehead. I let it slide that he's an NPR listener.
We wriggled in our woolens and also our synthetics. I wore the mohair orange scarf so that my neck would prickle and rash up for Sooner's pleasure. The Admiral (who is always with us) promised Sooner a night of sordid leanings, involving Mixed Bathing and 'two in the pink, one in the stink'.
LoRo's itchy sweater was covered in bobbles by the time we were done with her.
I have been promised palms this morning.
9:58 a.m. - 2004-04-04
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