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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Didja miss me?
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No, I was with you the whole time. Yeah, those
single sets of footprints in the sand...yeah, that's where I
carried you.
Yeah, the ones where they wander down to the water's edge and suddenly get all messy? No, I most certainly
wasn't holding your head under under the water.
That trench that looks somewhat like the back of your head, and might explain all the sand back there now? No...drag you? By the ankles? Perish the thought!
Why does it lead over those rocks? Why do the rocks seem to have bits of hair and scalp on them? I don't know...probably just flotsam from the high tide.
Why are you now wearing a frock that says
"I <3 ADRIAN!" and why are you currently the rotating centre-piece on a parade float (The Bondi Bears Gentleman's Club) for the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras parade? Who knows? Perhaps you're getting in touch with your inner bearded, dress-wearing monkey-lover?
Miss you? If only I had half the chance.
Cheers,
Marc
PS. Adrian says he loves you too, but in a really manly way with much patting on the back and hugs-that-don't-meet-at-the-crotch