10Y.O.
Before there was "Ricky and Lindsay" (or "Lindsay and Ricky," however you prefer to go about it), there was Ricky and Amy. Ten years ago this month, I was just starting to really warm up to a little sugar tart known as Amy Zachary.
We met innocently enough the month before when I was faux-dating her "friend" Shanda. I was vaguely in the closet, and Shanda was my cover (only she didn't know it). I met Amy through her, and we started writing notes to one another, and passing them between classes. This gave us time to write responses during the next class.
I think what may have first bonded Amy and I was when I told her I was a homo. She was practically speechless, as I was her first gay, after all (as far as I know). She said she didn't care and that we would still be great friends!
Well, despite promising to keep her trap quiet, she went and told her little sister Lindsay about my gayocity. How rude! I wasn't aware of this, as I walked to their house three and a half blocks away from my then-home to meet up for a church sleepover or some churchly affair.
I was walking down their block when I saw them from a distance. Amy introduced us on the street, Lindsay thinking, "Whoa, he does it up the butt," and me thinking, "What a weirdo!" But alas, fate was on our sides, as God (or Madonna) had a twinkling in his (or her) eye.
Because you see, it's ten years later, and we are all still so very close, and I am happy everyday to have these lovely ladies as two of my very closest friends and confidants.
They are both completely outrageous (when they move their bodies), daring, hilarious and beautiful, and I love them eternally (knock on wood ;)
While Amy was down visiting last week, she commemorated this very special occasion with a gorgeous white, butter cream cake. What a beautious idea! Underneath the cut is a glorious twenty-photo celebration for your gorgeous eyes to partake in:
Here's either me or Matthew lighting the cake. I don't remember who did it, exactly, but I assume those man hands don't belong to Amy or Molly.
Here is the cake in all its glory. Flame burning brightly.
Here I am kissing the cake. "Hallelujah for butter cream and Zacharys!"
Amy indulges her sweet desire for cake, and erotically dabbles ice cream onto her supple breast. Mmmm... caaake. And can I just say how much I love the fact that she's doing this in front of the DVD of Look Who's Talking?
After so long, you can only erotically lick frosting from your chest. Amy goes in face-first.
Here we are being facially and awesomely-non-challenged. Can you dig that sentence?
Here we are mugging for the camera with our gorgeous and wonderful treat! Check out Kirstie Alley working her magic on the TV during Look Who's Talking. LOL
Ten years of friendship. God, I can't help but love that zombie slut! (she knows I mean this with love... just do it with love, love, love, love... just do it with looove
Amy gets serious... seriously sick from overeating. Bobe's Deep Dish + Celebration Cake do not equal happiness for Amy. She got sick, and I wanted to rub her belly for her, but declined, as her fiancee was in the room).
Matthew was not stoned on this occasion, despite the way this picture turned out. Somebody else was though!
Matthew's face in this one cracks me up. Pose for tha camera now CLICK CLICK CLICK!
I told Amy she needed a cigarette in this one. Even if they is nasty.
It's Amy - with a side of fiancee cheese! No dirrty pun intended ;)
Matthew kind of looks like a zombie, while Amy... I don't know, man... cracks me up on a regular basis? Love you, baby!
Well, since Lindsay was up at their dad's house while Amy was down celebrating this joyous occasion (and since Amy got the belly rumblins, as noted earlier), she said we needed to leave some of the cake for when Lindsay returned, that way she and I could celebrate our ten years together. Isn't it grande having sisters who care enough to leave an almost entirely uneaten white, butter cream cake for the other to partake in? I love those two, so much!
So tonight, I took the cake over to Lindsay's, and we had our own little celebration, with a little help from our friends...
Here is the cake with the candles replaced and relit. I got a little bit on a pillow case, but what can you do? It could have been much worse!
Here is Lindsay cheesing out and posing with the cake. Oh yeah, we love it, don't we? Oh yes! Ohh yes!
Friends forever/Always will be friends/Talkin' 'bout friends forever!
Natasha's tits decided they wanted in on the ten year celebration and popped in for a delicious visit!
Now that Mason (that's his last name) isn't our boss anymore, we can post pictures of him - hooray! He was down with the celebrating, as well. Hells to the yes, nookas!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a recap of my ten year history with the luscious and sumptuous Zachary Girls, Amy and Lindsay. We've had our great times, and our not so groovy times, but in the end, we know what it's about, ya dig? Oh yeah, I can dig it!
Peace out, ya'll!
We met innocently enough the month before when I was faux-dating her "friend" Shanda. I was vaguely in the closet, and Shanda was my cover (only she didn't know it). I met Amy through her, and we started writing notes to one another, and passing them between classes. This gave us time to write responses during the next class.
I think what may have first bonded Amy and I was when I told her I was a homo. She was practically speechless, as I was her first gay, after all (as far as I know). She said she didn't care and that we would still be great friends!
Well, despite promising to keep her trap quiet, she went and told her little sister Lindsay about my gayocity. How rude! I wasn't aware of this, as I walked to their house three and a half blocks away from my then-home to meet up for a church sleepover or some churchly affair.
I was walking down their block when I saw them from a distance. Amy introduced us on the street, Lindsay thinking, "Whoa, he does it up the butt," and me thinking, "What a weirdo!" But alas, fate was on our sides, as God (or Madonna) had a twinkling in his (or her) eye.
Because you see, it's ten years later, and we are all still so very close, and I am happy everyday to have these lovely ladies as two of my very closest friends and confidants.
They are both completely outrageous (when they move their bodies), daring, hilarious and beautiful, and I love them eternally (knock on wood ;)
While Amy was down visiting last week, she commemorated this very special occasion with a gorgeous white, butter cream cake. What a beautious idea! Underneath the cut is a glorious twenty-photo celebration for your gorgeous eyes to partake in:
Here's either me or Matthew lighting the cake. I don't remember who did it, exactly, but I assume those man hands don't belong to Amy or Molly.
Here is the cake in all its glory. Flame burning brightly.
Here I am kissing the cake. "Hallelujah for butter cream and Zacharys!"
Amy indulges her sweet desire for cake, and erotically dabbles ice cream onto her supple breast. Mmmm... caaake. And can I just say how much I love the fact that she's doing this in front of the DVD of Look Who's Talking?
After so long, you can only erotically lick frosting from your chest. Amy goes in face-first.
Here we are being facially and awesomely-non-challenged. Can you dig that sentence?
Here we are mugging for the camera with our gorgeous and wonderful treat! Check out Kirstie Alley working her magic on the TV during Look Who's Talking. LOL
Ten years of friendship. God, I can't help but love that zombie slut! (she knows I mean this with love... just do it with love, love, love, love... just do it with looove
Amy gets serious... seriously sick from overeating. Bobe's Deep Dish + Celebration Cake do not equal happiness for Amy. She got sick, and I wanted to rub her belly for her, but declined, as her fiancee was in the room).
Matthew was not stoned on this occasion, despite the way this picture turned out. Somebody else was though!
Matthew's face in this one cracks me up. Pose for tha camera now CLICK CLICK CLICK!
I told Amy she needed a cigarette in this one. Even if they is nasty.
It's Amy - with a side of fiancee cheese! No dirrty pun intended ;)
Matthew kind of looks like a zombie, while Amy... I don't know, man... cracks me up on a regular basis? Love you, baby!
Well, since Lindsay was up at their dad's house while Amy was down celebrating this joyous occasion (and since Amy got the belly rumblins, as noted earlier), she said we needed to leave some of the cake for when Lindsay returned, that way she and I could celebrate our ten years together. Isn't it grande having sisters who care enough to leave an almost entirely uneaten white, butter cream cake for the other to partake in? I love those two, so much!
So tonight, I took the cake over to Lindsay's, and we had our own little celebration, with a little help from our friends...
Here is the cake with the candles replaced and relit. I got a little bit on a pillow case, but what can you do? It could have been much worse!
Here is Lindsay cheesing out and posing with the cake. Oh yeah, we love it, don't we? Oh yes! Ohh yes!
Friends forever/Always will be friends/Talkin' 'bout friends forever!
Natasha's tits decided they wanted in on the ten year celebration and popped in for a delicious visit!
Now that Mason (that's his last name) isn't our boss anymore, we can post pictures of him - hooray! He was down with the celebrating, as well. Hells to the yes, nookas!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a recap of my ten year history with the luscious and sumptuous Zachary Girls, Amy and Lindsay. We've had our great times, and our not so groovy times, but in the end, we know what it's about, ya dig? Oh yeah, I can dig it!
Peace out, ya'll!