Stolen from wolfshark

[luvxander]

I would like all my LJ friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. If you'd like, copy this to your journal so I can do the same.

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Also, today totally proves that shopping is a complete therapeutic process.

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[entrenous88.livejournal.com]

There was a gorgeous man in a dirty little cafe in Istanbul. His gold teeth glittered in the dull candlelight, and his tight trousers caused half of the patrons to swoon in ecstasy.

From different sides of the room, we both saw him at the same time.

I have no idea which one of us lunged for him first, nor which one of us shrieked, "Hands off beeeyatch!" at the beginning of our fierce encounter as the claws came out (raowr!). But I do know you mashed quiche into my hair and poured wine into my eyes while I bit your leg and hit you repeatedly in the crotch with a baguette.

When we turned, food and drink dripping from us while you nursed a black eye and I screamed like a banshee, he had, for some reason, departed.

How he escaped our savage lust for him, I'll never know. But I know our friendship was born of the desire to hunt him down, like two dingos in search of a delectable baby, and make him choose between us while squirming in the ropes we always, always have ready for him. ♥

[luvxander.livejournal.com]

Quick! I think I saw him go around that corner over there!