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Oct. 31st, 2002 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
(context: you have to realise that this is seriously meant to be erotic to understand why I found it so funny)
"How beautiful, how very beautiful these ripe, swelling orbs of yours are."
From a Black Lace book found at a friend's house last night. Read to me by
dmh, in an impressively deadpan fashion... followed (after a few seconds stunned silence) by both of us collapsing in giggles and then sending it by SMS to random people in our phone memories. I'm still getting "wtf?" replies from my friends now...
Update: Why I didn't think of this immediately, I have no idea, but... combining this entry with my last entry gives me :
"Like of the pretty way, how much very of the pretty way this one mature one, orbs with you that you are the explosion."
...and now, I must go and lay down, because my sides really do hurt.
"How beautiful, how very beautiful these ripe, swelling orbs of yours are."
From a Black Lace book found at a friend's house last night. Read to me by
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Update: Why I didn't think of this immediately, I have no idea, but... combining this entry with my last entry gives me :
"Like of the pretty way, how much very of the pretty way this one mature one, orbs with you that you are the explosion."
...and now, I must go and lay down, because my sides really do hurt.
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Date: 2002-11-01 12:50 am (UTC)A few years ago, I was playing games with a male American slash writer who thought I was a guy named Daniel (It's probably a long story).
He *always* used lines like that. Always.
The horror.
E.
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Date: 2002-11-01 05:44 am (UTC)The horror.
*shudder* Indeed.
No, do tell - why did he think you were a guy called Daniel?
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Date: 2002-11-03 06:14 am (UTC)E.
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