More of the same. Personally, I think Mick’s being a pussy about this, as usual, but this is the character in my head. So let it be written.
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More of the same. Personally, I think Mick’s being a pussy about this, as usual, but this is the character in my head. So let it be written.
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So it shall be written, and so it shall be done…
and for Heidi, at least, he IS the Chosen One.
Heh.
Nice Maiden reference, Rohvannyn!
😉
Up the Irons!
That’s Metallica. Creeping Death.
Which was taken from Yule Brenner’s Pharaoh in The Ten Commandments:
http://youtu.be/3bQnxlHZsjY
I wasn’t thinking of Metallica, I was paraphrasing “Seventh Son” by Iron Maiden.
Actually, you weren’t paraphrasing, you were directly quoting. (Cathryn looks at Seventh Son liner notes in front of her)
At least she doesn’t want to fuck like hares, that would involve her beating him up first.
Or black widow spiders. She’d be rather well fed afterwards!
He on the other hand….well, repeat performances might be a little difficult…
I never understood the “peel me a grape,” thing. Half the fun of a grape is biting through the skin.
Wasn’t the redhead pretty much the alpha from the first date?
It’s because it’s annoying and a pain to do.
Isn’t every redhead pretty much the alpha from the first date?
It may be just a trope, but I assume the peeled grapes are because the skin 1)contains what little tannins are in grapes and b)makes it harder for you when you go to the vomitorium after gorging yourself.
*shrug* Romans.
I dated a couple of times up the food chain and engaged to one at the pinnacle of that chain, not saying it was easy with different expectation. There was something that comes into play, reverse prejudice. My grandma suffered that, “they’re looking down on us,” with my fiancée’s family. That was the least of what they were thinking, they were treating her as a peer. Grandma was uncomfortable and had low self esteem, she came to love my fiancée and was still uncomfortable around her family. Things had and were working out till life’s unfairness happened. I hope Mick can get over those issues and believe he may have the confidence to do so.
Table grapes, before 2000 years of selective breeding, had incredibly tough skin and were seeded. Peeled grapes was the aristocratic way to nosh, common folks squeezed the grape innards into their mouths and spit out the seeds.
Neat.
So has that blue pube picked itself off of Mick’s soap in the meantime, or is the shit about to hit the fan?
Redheads scare me. My first and so far only hickey was given to me by a fiery red head after a College Republicans meeting. I was smitten for months.
In the sixth grade, a little redhead girl tried to kill (well, maim) me with a metal drafting triangle.
She liked me. 😮
And then what?
Thank gawd it was in the days before poptart shaped guns. They slapped a band-aid on the puncture and told me to buck up. Mom was more concerned about the ruined shirt.
Pretty much never turned my back on a redhead after that. ;^)’
Neat.
Psst. It’s “Liege”. Apparently according to Urban Dictionary “Leige” is something else entire.