Jun. 9th, 2010

Oh god

Jun. 9th, 2010 01:12 am
“You might want to hide Lost Girls somewhere your parents won’t see it,” Andrew sensibly pointed out as he walked past it, just sititng on the floor next to my computer desk.

“Good point,” I said. “I already thought I was doing well to have moved the Valentine’s Day card I got from Stu from off the cork board in the kitchen...” (He didn’t sign it, not with his name anyway, but i’m sure they’d comment on how Andrew’s suddenly got so good at drawing airplanes and I just don’t want to have to think about that.)

“And your dildo,” Andrew said.

“I don’t have to hide that!” I said. “It already lives in my sock drawer!”

“And they’ll be staying in our room!” Andrew said.

“I don’t think they’d... look... through...the drawers,” I said, sounding more worried as that sentence went on.

Andrew cackled mercilessly. “But is that a risk you want to take?” I could hear him grinning; i didn’t even have to look.

“But... where can I hide things if not in my very own bedroom?!” Okay, I’ve since thought of reasonable answers to that, but that’s not the point! The point is that i’ve never had to think about parent-proofing my house before! Gah!
Andrew just told me he’s still proud of a pun he came up with a month ago for the #foodymancbands punfest on Twitter.

New Hors d’Oeuvres.

And here I was hoping the godawful puns were limited to just the two boyfriends; apparently this is no longer the case.

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