HOLY orgasmic BIFURCATED timespace PANINI, Batman...
I got the shopping, packed it into a box and then closed the TARDIS door with my foot as you do, and by the time the door banged shut the Doc was in trouble
again. I phoned him my support, yelled for T, and then realised it was unusually Marmite-y all over my shirtfront and jumper. Broken jar. Having been cuddled up with the lesbians (OoOo shiny!) and then immediately in Tesco it was really quick to notice, and not even a bit blokey and butch and outdoorsy. Brown sticky and kind of like a fart from last Tuesday. Not do-able for impromptu running and hiding. Not to mention T would be all gooey over her frontage... Ah.. Umm.. Lickable boobage indeed. Ah... um.. ahh ahhh hhhuh..mmmfph...oh yeah T, yesss...
She has one of the finest tongues I have experienced, lickable flat or pointy hard at will, and in all the right corners or hnnugh...
Erotic marmite, who'da thought it. And I have totally no shame, it's all the lesbionics getting into my fingertips and that incredible blue colour she wears next to her skin tone. mroaww wowwahah!
So what with all that I nipped out of sight and *ahem* sorted myself. I threw on the second thing that I thought of, not wanting to look like an emo group reject whose hair had come to a sudden stop (strange striped cardigan). I then went into the funny green kitchen, and sorted out a mushroom cheese fusion panini in case running was rather stressful. By the time all that was in my hands ready Tardy girl had lured me into the console room, and there was a large opening white and golden, and I toasted my panini in it and ate it at the same time the ingredents were in the box as well as back in the shop melting in my mouth gorgeous. And...
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