featherynscale | I've been doing too much...er...something.

Last night I had another one of those dreams where I'm chief of security. I was in charge of securing a parking garage so that

saffronhare and Kevin Smith (Silent Bob Kevin Smith, not, as

triadruid asked this morning, Ares God of War Kevin Smith) could bake cookies inside it. No, I don't know what kind of cookies they were.

This was serious sort of secret service shit, which I know because I was wearing a somber suit and using a walkie-talkie. We rolled some sort of bullet-deflecting mesh down over the sides of the building. I was ordering someone to go up on the roof with a rocket launcher when my cell phone rang.

On the other end of the phone was the Queen of England (as portrayed by Scott Thompson, Kids in the Hall), who was offering to place our operation under the protection of the British Empire, if we would surrender a portion of the cookies to the crown. I distinctly recall saying, "Thank you ma'am, but with all due respect, fuck you, ma'am. We'll take our chances." At this point, I heard helicopters and was hoping like hell that my man was up on the roof. About that time, I woke up.

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Those two must bake some really good cookies.

Or, the Queen of England has a thing for Kevin Smith in an apron.

Mmmm, Kevin Smith baking cookies... Tasty.

(That's Ares God of War Kevin Smith, not Silent Bob Kevin Smith, btw.)

Heh. In leather?

As entertaining as the alternative might be, I think the general principle behind "Don't do your deep-fat frying in hte nude" holds for cooking-baking as well. So yes. In leather. Rawr.

I think cookie-baking is fine in the nude. Unless you're

diermuid.

Kevin looks like a guy who likes him some cookies. Glad you had our back, yo. My baking needs all the help it can get.

I'm not 100% sure, but I'm willing to wager that the cookies had cranberries in them, somewhere.

Oh. Cranberries? Then it's ON, man.
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Seeing you in a somber suit with a walkie talkie would totally be worth trying to work my cranberry-fu in a parking garage.

See, I am inherently the sort of person who prefers a somber suit. The reason why you will never ever actually see me in one is that they don't make them to fit me. If I ever become wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice, I will hire someone to make men's dress clothes that fit on my body. Hell, I can't even buy women's suits. Tits too stupidly excessive.

Now there's a challenge. Nevermind learning how to make a corset. I'll concentrate on making suits.

I've seen you in one or two suits that *almost* fit you, and Hot Damn.

See, I like suits. Why does the universe deny me suits?

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Hee.
As I mentioned, I love the suits. As soon as I lose 40 lbs and have my tits removed (which I feel like would account for about 40 lbs), I will be pleased to buy some.

I am glad you wrote this one down. Perhaps we could put it in a compulation called
" Dreams of children Influenced by the Holy Graile" or, " I fell asleep after watching Monty Python. Did I ever wake up?
2. You in a Brooks Brothers Secret Service suit and shades. now thats HOT!!

See clever response, above. :)

I could just see her looking like she was a member of the MIB. She'd have to be 'N' though, because K's already taken & I don't think she'd like being called 'G' all the time.

I bet she'd have way too much fun with the memory wipe thingie though. Wouldn't we all?

Oh that would be just way too dangerous of a thing for me to have LOL

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