Heh. Some friendly perv who has asshooks in his kit bag talks about how nobody wants to include them in play:
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Thing is, everyone I play with has flat out refused to even discuss playing with it. “Hell no” is their usual response. So complete is their disapproval that it has become a sort of joke. I offer them a choice between two toys, one I want to play with and the hook, knowing that they will choose the former over the hook.
Me: “Ok so I’ll give you a choice, tonight we can play with the lawn gnome or the hook, what will it be?”
Them: “fuck...Not the...oh ok, the gnome... You know you will have to sleep sometime, then, then I’m going to smother you with a pillow!”
Note to neighbor: When I tell you I am concerned your cat escaped, please do not lie to me and tell me you are just cat sitting this week. We can hear the cat there, and that is not why I asked you about it.
Dear William Carlos Williams: the plums are not yours.
I'm gonna go ahead and assume that your love of the macabre was not a surprise to your family.
Not at all. Mom's a psych nurse - there are all sorts of not-for-polite-company remarks that spring to *my* mind in that unfortunate intersection of vocations. Mom just rolls her eyes; my sister punches me in the shoulder.
They (the fam) was delighted that I was staying with them for the PDX Vampire Ball, though - I may be a freak, but I'm *their* freak.
(BTW - nice to meet you StuntHusband. I am Aims, aka The Empress.)
Felicitations, Majesty! :) Good to meet you too.
NOT elaborating on hooks. I'm rarely squicked by anything - dad's a mortician, grew up in the mortuary, reads books like "Stiff" while eating - but yeah. Hooks bad.
If this turns out to be like cow tipping I am going to be
so
pissed off.
I'm relieved the asshooks are not for hanging, but also now am thinking "but then what??"
SH, I can't remember if I took the time to say welcome and that it was nice to meet you in Seattle.
SH, I can't remember if I took the time to say welcome and that it was nice to meet you in Seattle.
Thank you! :)
I have no idea why I stopped reading b.org all those moons ago; y'all are amazing company. :)
Aims, are you studying Chaucer, perchance? Reading CT in Middle English when you understand the whole cunt/quaint thing makes Geoffrey's utter filthiness even more obvious. And fantastic.
