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[_flaming_june_]

It's my day off today! And I'm getting ready to go put on my bathing suit, pour myself a giant glass of ice-cold clementine juice, and sprawl out on my back deck and read in the sunshine. Wheeee!

See, working Saturdays sometimes has its advantages. You poor bahstahds are all at work right now, aren't you? Heeee.

::loves you all::

Comments

[10zlaine]

freshly squeezed or pre-packaged?

'da juice, ya perv

[_flaming_june_]

Heh. Fresh-squeezed, of course. And I'll let you interpret that however you want. ;)

[7spoons]

Does this mean you're not reading my resume? Okay. Whatever. If I don't get the job, we'll know who's to blame. And also, gators love clementine juice. Just sayin.

[_flaming_june_]

I looked at your fancy schmancy resume, boogerhead, and I was going to bring lappy outside with me to craft a witty and impressed yet lazy and envious reply, but a gator bit my arm off. Darn clementine juice! No, not really. Lappy battery is dead as a doornail so I'm recharging at the mo. Just came inside to take my biscuits (!!!!) out of the oven. My biscuits, unlike yours, aren't wearing "gatorbait" t-shirts. But I bet they're tastier.

Will comment on rezzy when I've become too much of a crispy critter to stay outside any more. Shouldn't be long!

::tosses you biscuit::

[7spoons]

Too late! I've sent my resume, so please don't tell me what's wrong with it, k?

::pets Steve::

::eats biscuit::

Moist!

[_flaming_june_]

Moist!

What, Steve? Or the biscuit?

I'm a little bit sunburned. Oopsie!

[flowery_twat]

I'd hate you for this except for
(a) it'd be pretty damn cheeky for someone who just spent a very long (4 day!) weekend being part of an open-faced ros-twat sandwich (it would have been a proper sandwich if a certain june had been around).

and

(b) I got kinda distracted at 'bathing suit', so I'm not entirely sure what else you said.
::ponders the wonderfulness of a universe that involves flaming_june in a bathing suit in March::

[_flaming_june_]

Welcome to sunny Florida, my friend! If you weren't so busy gallavanting around as one half of a twat_fod sandwich, you too could be down here drizzling coconut-scented suntan oil down my heaving, trembling cleavage, upon which little beads of sweat are starting to pop out... hanging out in the glorious sunshine with me.

Heh.

Actually, I was just out there for a little while. I acquired a few thousand freckles, and then remembered that a fair-haired, milk-skinned, fish-belly-white Irishwoman such as myself has no business outside on a day like today. Mad dogs and Englishmen...