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growler_south) wrote2005-03-12 06:59 pm
growler_south) wrote2005-03-12 06:59 pm
Something fishy...
Robbie's in NZ this weekend, doing scholarly stuff like classes and lectures and bears nights and.. hang on, bears night? Yes indeed, Growler works his naughty magic and drags poor Robbie out to dinner and thence to bears night, where the 'fresh meat' factor combined with his beary good looks made him the target of many a lustful glance. Fun to watch :-) Later that evening found us being dirty perverts in Urge, though I maintain that my eyesight is bad, explaining why a flowing white beard and gaping mouth should look like a pissoir to me. (Apparently Robbies eyesight is just as bad as mine, as he made the same mistake. D'oh!)
I got to talk to naughty Fish on the phone too- Yay! I havent been brave enough to sniff the present he sent me yet, I rather suspect that the resulting sex-frenzy will need to be tightly contained. Perhaps tonight then :-)
Robbies headaches are somewhat cured. Just ask my formerly pristine cotton sheets. Now either he's going to get home and be cured and I'll be Fish's second favourite person in the whole world, or he'll get home, they'll come back, and Fish will want to kill me. Just as long as it happens slowly and involves days in a sling, I'll be happy.
And now, the cute photos:
Robbie, outside the fishpot, talking to Fish. Who may very well like pot. I dont know. (We didnt eat there though, just look at that decor. Ick.)
Robbie being adorable. Nothing unusual there then.
I got to talk to naughty Fish on the phone too- Yay! I havent been brave enough to sniff the present he sent me yet, I rather suspect that the resulting sex-frenzy will need to be tightly contained. Perhaps tonight then :-)
Robbies headaches are somewhat cured. Just ask my formerly pristine cotton sheets. Now either he's going to get home and be cured and I'll be Fish's second favourite person in the whole world, or he'll get home, they'll come back, and Fish will want to kill me. Just as long as it happens slowly and involves days in a sling, I'll be happy.
And now, the cute photos:
Robbie, outside the fishpot, talking to Fish. Who may very well like pot. I dont know. (We didnt eat there though, just look at that decor. Ick.)
Robbie being adorable. Nothing unusual there then.
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