sexy sammich time
misha : Mmm...sexy sandwich request.
I pull out a nice big slice of potato bread...
...I slide on a thin layer of honey mustard...
Nicole : WHAT
i want peanut butter and fluff
start again
misha :Okay, fine.
I pull out a nice big slice of potato bread...
...I open the jar of peanut butter. The aroma fills the air as I slide a butter knife deep inside...
misha : ...and then I make the sandwich and hand it to you.
Nicole : what happened to the fluff
misha : It was part of the making the sandwich. What, you want that line too?
nicole : dammit i wish i still kept a live journal of my strange im conversations
Nicole : i need to start again
right now
misha : Fine, here we go.
I smear the peanut butter in thick swaths across the bread, making voluptious curves as I slide the knife back and forth...
...and then I open the fluff. The sweet scent is obvious instantly, and only grows stronger as I slather it on top of the peanut butter, the creamy substances swirling together in an orgy of texture, color, and smell...
...I press another slice of bread onto the sandwich, closing it, pressing slightly until the filling spills into the crevices, overflowing ever so slightly out the sides.
I take the knife and place it beside the sandwich for you to lick clean. I hand the plate to you.
misha : And then I go put everything away, because a messy kitchen is gross.
I pull out a nice big slice of potato bread...
...I slide on a thin layer of honey mustard...
Nicole : WHAT
i want peanut butter and fluff
start again
misha :Okay, fine.
I pull out a nice big slice of potato bread...
...I open the jar of peanut butter. The aroma fills the air as I slide a butter knife deep inside...
misha : ...and then I make the sandwich and hand it to you.
Nicole : what happened to the fluff
misha : It was part of the making the sandwich. What, you want that line too?
nicole : dammit i wish i still kept a live journal of my strange im conversations
Nicole : i need to start again
right now
misha : Fine, here we go.
I smear the peanut butter in thick swaths across the bread, making voluptious curves as I slide the knife back and forth...
...and then I open the fluff. The sweet scent is obvious instantly, and only grows stronger as I slather it on top of the peanut butter, the creamy substances swirling together in an orgy of texture, color, and smell...
...I press another slice of bread onto the sandwich, closing it, pressing slightly until the filling spills into the crevices, overflowing ever so slightly out the sides.
I take the knife and place it beside the sandwich for you to lick clean. I hand the plate to you.
misha : And then I go put everything away, because a messy kitchen is gross.