silly duffahs
book book gave me his telephone number yesterday before ever having met me in person.
ms fits did this a few weeks ago.
did either of them consider that i could be a crazy perverted middle-aged retired cop named gus with a hard-on for maiming young melbourne dwellers and easy access to their home addresses through my old buddies on the force?
i'm not of course. but they didn't know that for sure when they handed over their digits like virgin spinsters at a b'n's ball, did they?
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But have you thought maybe of a modest bookseller who says "step down and look at my special collection of books about blogging in my velvet and STUD lined DUNGEON"... or that Ms Fits might be one person blogging back and forth with MULTIPLE IDENTITIES... or that I might be completely charming if you just tipped this chamber over on its side and took me for a little ride in a plastic bag full of my special nutrient jelly while I slowly TAKE OVER YOUR MIND so I can have a body to escape in?
Never trust a barista. We are all egomaniacs.
That is the best comment I have ever read.
DO you have a stud lined dungeon, book book?
do you? do you really?
I actually had my fingers crossed about the Gus possibility.
Still, you weren't that much of a disappointment in the psycho hose-beast category. If I recall correctly, you got me pregnant while I was up there.
That's a Yes on the dungeon. It is called Castlebooks.
Sigh. No-one's sent ME their phone number yet.
thats a pity, jeremy. maybe you need to stop talking politics and talk about more pointless dribble and make more with the childish sexual inuendo. it seems to be working for me.
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