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Post by Vittoria on Mar 6, 2009 7:53:09 GMT
Well, I'll just sit here twiddling my thumbs and a lame tune. Since, Rufus will come back to me, there is no reason to battle it out. Rather, I say, I am practicing what Bruce Lee's character Mr. Lee showed in Enter the Dragon- that is "The art of fighting without fighting". ~twiddle... twiddle.. whistle... whistle.... ;D ~
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Post by ambra on Mar 6, 2009 9:47:14 GMT
It turns out Rufus has been offered a plumb role in a movie being filmed right here in Southwest VA! I managed to get a leave of abscense from my job so I can go work for the film company as Rufus' personal assistance. I picked him up from the airport but when we got to the hotel, we discovered that his room was already booked so I invited him to stay in the spare bedroom at the house I've rented. He accepts, saying he's getting tired of hotel rooms anyway. I take him to my place and he loves the house, the room, and my two cats who immediately fall in love with him. "Glad I'm not allergic" he said as the two of them curled up on his lap. I fix him a homecooked meal, we have a couple of glasses of wine, and talk for hours. When it's time to turn in, we discover the guest bed is a little too short for Roof. "You can take my bed and I'll sleep in here" I offer. "Oh, there's no need for that" he says with a wink, "Your bed looks plenty big enough for both of us." Well, I won't go into details of what happens next; I'll just say we went to bed but we didn't get any sleep!
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Post by dirtygirldiva on Mar 12, 2009 17:12:35 GMT
In the morning I sneaked into Ambras house and convinced Ru to come with me to the great Pacific Northwest. He had been cooking breakfast for the slumbering Ambra, but images of the Rat City Roller Girls, Starbucks and a very naked DGD were swirling in his brain....so now here we are, enjoying eachother in very wicked ways...
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 0:57:17 GMT
but suddenly... yes... it was the call of the loon at sunset that called him, due north... bringing thoughts of tranquillity, of seeing spring bloom along the lazy river... the small café-style table lost among the delicately scented day-lilies, where i would bring him his morning coffee and let him enjoy the peace and the silence... until we would no longer suffer the space between us and go back to bed... oh canada! our home and native land...
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Post by rueful on Mar 13, 2009 3:21:39 GMT
Must...behave....must...resist...opportunity to comment on implications of "the call of the loon." Lent, Lent, Lent, Lent.
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 3:23:17 GMT
ok maybe i hsould have used another bird. or would you prefer "the fruit of the loom"?
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Post by rueful on Mar 13, 2009 3:39:46 GMT
Hanes, Fruit of the Loom, BVD, whatever he's wearing is just dandy.
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 4:58:51 GMT
hey! you rhyme!
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Post by rueful on Mar 13, 2009 5:11:33 GMT
Just one of many reasons Rufus has decided to come spend some time with me now.
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 5:14:01 GMT
you are so desperate, its pathetic. rufus dont like pathetic. he likes light hearted and witty like me.
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Post by rueful on Mar 13, 2009 5:15:14 GMT
Sorry to point out your typos, but I think you meant, "light headed and witchy like me."
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 5:18:14 GMT
Sorry to point out your typos, but I think you meant, "light headed and witchy like me." THAT'S IT!! you went too far. consider yourself slapped in the face with a glove. guns or swords? meet you in the clearing at dawn.
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Post by rueful on Mar 13, 2009 5:23:27 GMT
I choose PEN, because the pen is mightier than the sword!
I hope Dawn doesn't mind you fooling around in her clearing.
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 10:51:03 GMT
YOU are a coward. thanks, BTW, for letting me know in advance you wouldn't be there anyway, its pretttttty cold in dawn's clearing at this hour in march.
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Post by rueful on Mar 13, 2009 11:58:05 GMT
She who turns and runs away, lives to grab Rufus another day!
You're welcome. Might as well be civilized about this.
LOL! It wouldn't have been so bad if you hadn't lost one of your gloves smacking me in the face.
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