Calendars, snakes, and ass, oh my!
In which we discuss the party from Saturday evening and the calendar I am in.
Chapter 1: Flesh of others
Saturday was the party hosted by
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Chapter 1: Flesh of others
Saturday was the party hosted by
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But I look at it this way. They get to see you in January. So they're all happy and warm and fuzzy and a tad bit randy.
Then March comes around and they have to look at my ugliness. Which gives them even more reason to proclaim March as St. Patrick's MONTH instead of for only one day. Then they can try to drown the memory of my image from their brain all month long.
*Chuckles* I have to remember to have my leather worker make the cod curve in a bit more next time. I was thinking about a heart with an arrow through it for next year. And if it curves in and cups more, then the filthy assistants won't "accidentally" get photo proof of the frenum ladder from having the cameras on the floor like they did this year.
EDIT: I don't have this year's calendar yet. I was assuming I was March due to being the third picture on the previews ... and I was wearing the "Irish National" tartan from Stillwater Kilts. If I'm wrong then just switch the month to whichever and still label it an official "Drink until your mind's eye is blind." month. :-)
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