It’s too dark, and I look a bit crazed, but here is a pic from my Mum’s visit. We are at the Butchard Gardens in Victoria.
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
It’s too dark, and I look a bit crazed, but here is a pic from my Mum’s visit. We are at the Butchard Gardens in Victoria.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I lik epics
Well, that and you like Craig. Admit it! In that way too!
No! And you can’t make me admit it!
So nyah!
Wait . . .
Yep – maybe a wee bit too dark. But, what a pretty place!
Sweet! If I do say so myself.
ps Is it silly to want to Friend Only this entry? I don’t know, it’s your Mum!
Too bad were not gentlemen, otherwise I would call you out!
**blushes**
I keep meaning to change my default post to friends only. This remimds me to do it.
It’s a cheap digital camera that came with my brother-in-law’s laptop. Our nifty magnificent digital camera was stolen when our house was burgled last summer. 🙁
Hmm.
Well, we are homos. Can we at least have a slap fight? Scratch each others eyes out? that sort of thing?
You should post the Lulu pic for comparison on the old camera. And cause she’s a super soft kitty.
Don’t make me Settle this, boys.
Will you settle it with those boots?
Please?
*sigh* You’re affirming the antecedent! All drama queens are homos does not imply that all homos are drama queens. I have no aspirations to royalty, so the answer would be “No.”
We could have a recipe fight! With H&C as the judge…
Even in places we can’t see, I’m sure. 😛
If she’s gonna get those boots involved, I might have to jump in myself. Mmm.
OH! First you slobber over C, now you’re slobbering over H. Tisk!
So much for a tasteful affair. ^_~
**Raises and lowers eyebrows rapidly in your directions
*sigh* You’re affirming the antecedent!
I would never do such a thing. That would be disingenuous.
We could have a recipe fight! With H&C as the judge…
Brilliant! I offer up my famous saffron fruit bread, the key to world peace.
There is only one way to be sure: you hold him down, I’ll get his zipper.
Sounds like a dream I once had.
I would never do such a thing.
Are we on the denial trail today, or what?
I offer up my famous saffron fruit bread, the key to world peace.
Just the recipe, sir, no endorsements please. (Which reminds me, we would need seconds. Not as in helpings.)
I counter with Consomme’ a la moutarde a la facon Groningen avec fletan (Mustard Soup in Groningen fashion with Halibut), a traditional Dutch starter in wintertime.
If I were to hold him down, we would be long past the unzipping stage.
Here we are, inadvertedly providing the means to make a dream come true. No pun intended. Details! Give us details!
Actually, you look cold…
Your mom is so cute! She’s lost alot of weight! Good for her!
Oh no! I’m sorry to hear about that!
Thieves…
Man, they all deserve a shaved-glass enema, don’t they?!
seems a bit creepy with a pic of my mum up there…
Yeah, Weight Watchers has been great!
**blushes**
Do tell.
“…and I look a bit crazed…”
Uh, don’t you always look a bit crazed?
I’m afraid would win on that score. Craig hates saffron.
It is a delicious soup, easy to make. Let me know if you ever want the recipe.
What about the myth that all homos are horny asocial flirts? Glad to see you two aren’t giving any evidence to that theory.
You’re as pervy as the boys are! Good on ya!
Asocial?! Such a harsh sobriquet. Although I am confused what it means to be an asocial flirt…
At any rate, not all homos are flirts (e.g. my boyfriend) or asocial (e.g. my ex-boyfriend). Horny, well, that’s something we all are guilty of most of the time, homos no less than the rest of the world.
so what, are you saying mums evoke homointernexuals?
Now that you mention it…
WAH!!!! I want my mommy to visit. You both look happy 🙂
Well pansies are for thoughts…
…not that i’d need holding down, mind you.
Figure of speech. I didn’t actually have a dream like that.
Though I did have a dream that Heather and I were watching “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” and there was a scene with an Oompa-Loompa looking through a spy-glass at a tiny Oompa-Loompa on pedistal. The Oompa-Loompa on the pedistal was looking at an even smaller Oopma-Loopma on an even smaller pedistal, ad infinitum.
I certainly would not mind, no.
Three of us in the fray for H.’s boots….
It was a great trip.