May 26, 2005 06:34
I always thought I would get married in white. Never thought it would be black leather and a red t-shirt. But...I guess you never can tell.
Cripes, where are my shoes...
Vincent's in the outdoor furniture area of the store waiting...and Barb, I think, picked out a dress...she's bridesmaid, you know.
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*looks the basketballs up and down*
What are these things?
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Almost...had to make do with this toile.
*looks Vincent up and down*
Are we sure about this? You're never going to be around.
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I thought that was part of the understanding. You're the one that asked me, after all, poppet.
Where on Earth have you placed us?
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It's a department store. You don't like it? *looks around*
Well...yes...you're the only stable thing around here...whether you're around or not. That's a laugh, isn't it?
You're not going to make me stop like having fun shagging, are you?
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*frowns and puts it down and wipes down palms*
I thought that was the idea of it all, dear. I believe it was the term monogomy.
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What about tea with Tweedy?
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*brushes down shoulders*
You're the one that asked to do this.
Ah, well...my dear...if you want to...continue... with him, the question is...are you sure?
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I wouldn't be able to walk stright either if I played as much pocket cricket as he does
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Isn't there something about going blind...that would explain the crashing the bike.
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I see, dear...you had your hands down his trousers. Now...
I'll tell you this. It is only special people that can handle that while driving. I know you can name them...
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Ummm... well there's Pooky and Tegan...
*small smile creeps across lips*
You might have to refresh my memory on any others.
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I don't remember that. Are you sure you can handle me on the bike? I'd hate to cause another accident by... accident.
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