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wren_kt7ozOkay - today's effort was based on the trigger words lion, three, store
Who's the Pussycat?
It’s funny how people still seem to see him as some innocuous little kitten who has to be protected from the dangerous man-eating alley cat. They haven’t felt his claws. Or his bite. He’s definitely a damned tiger. Or, with that fucking mane, maybe a lion.
So when he decides to go to the store at three in the morning for some shit he just has to have for breakfast, it’s not because I think he needs protecting that I go with him.
It’s because I know if I “make” him go alone, he’ll make me fucking suffer for days.
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Who's the Pussycat?
It’s funny how people still seem to see him as some innocuous little kitten who has to be protected from the dangerous man-eating alley cat. They haven’t felt his claws. Or his bite. He’s definitely a damned tiger. Or, with that fucking mane, maybe a lion.
So when he decides to go to the store at three in the morning for some shit he just has to have for breakfast, it’s not because I think he needs protecting that I go with him.
It’s because I know if I “make” him go alone, he’ll make me fucking suffer for days.
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Date: 22/9/12 07:17 am (UTC)As for the 'protecting' thing. Ah, yes, very true. But to admit that, Brian would have to admit that he gives a shit. LOL
Let's let him at least pretend that the only reason he lets Justin drag him to the store at three in the morning for something he almost certainly won't want to eat himself for breakfast is that it's in his own self-interest. *g*