And here's a little bizzareness I found: She'd grown on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef and she walked into his office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. He knew he was up for an interesting day. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. And his thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. He couldn't wait to get outside and face the hailstones that leap from the pavement, just like rabbits when you fry them in hot grease.
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:04 am (UTC)And here's a little bizzareness I found: She'd grown on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef and she walked into his office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. He knew he was up for an interesting day. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. And his thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. He couldn't wait to get outside and face the hailstones that leap from the pavement, just like rabbits when you fry them in hot grease.
I hope tonight's not too hectic, dude.