Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Once upon a time...
There was a very dirty Canadian. He worked for the government and viewed porn all day long. He Instant messaged me very inappropriate things and made me smile, laugh and often blush. He has an extensive scrapbook, most people wouldn't know that. If you are luck he will share it with you. He had viewed my site and is upset I never mentioned him, so I had to take care of that....and I did. The End.
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Ah, mystery solved, I see, this must be the person you IM when you are on the phone to me (because I can hear the clicking in the background) and all your responses are stock, "Oh really?" "yeah, I know" or "Uh, huh".
No, no , no...I was finishing off aan email when you called. He IM'd me long after you called. My answers were not all stock...what the! Jez, are you trying to say I can't multi task?
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