Spanksgiving
I was looking forward to a night of macaroni and cheese, and reruns of late night t.v. but then, unfortunately, my arm was twisted, and I decided to go to the Thanksgiving being held at Abbie’s house. Abbie goes to the same café I a few others frequent, and those few of us have become a bit of a “crew”. Abbie is actually a chef at Aqua, one of san francisco’s finest restaurants. She will be cooking our dinner.
Well, “best laid plans…” and all that. I guess I won’t have my dream evening, alone, eating mac n cheeze, watching bad t.v., waiting for the phone to ring…oh well.
November 23rd, 2005 at 2:42 pm
It sounds like you’re getting a pretty good deal out of this. Make sure you bring your hostess some flowers or something. Georgia’s been wanting some for months.
I think women crush roses into a fine powder and snort them… and they haven’t told anyone else because they want to keep it amongst themselves. It’s going to take a brave tranny to break the story to the rest of us.
What was I talking about…?
Oh yeah - It’s peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time!