Behold.This is the last picture taken during the Stopping by Martini Bar on Snowy Evening event. I realized I did not clarify in my previous post--although most of you have already probably deduced--that I am the brunette.
I invite any and all bloggers to suggest a caption for this photograph.
In the meantime, here are more musings on my novel from fellow blogger garrett.
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erin leaned in close
very close
and whispered in a breathy purr
lets make a satan sandwich
"I'm sure Jane's cocaine is right here under your coat"...
come on, blondie. yes, we're all impressed, but please close your shirt... i know you're drunk and all, but you've already squirted quite enough breast milk into the martini glass.
I want to lick that blond chick's nipple.
Brunette: "So there's this blogger character named Flamingo..."
Blond: "Oh, stop it. You're making me laugh. He lives in Arizona..."
I was going to make a caption of said photo, but then I drew a map of French Polynesia on the screen, obsuring the photograph beyond recognition.
By the way, that 'martini' looks a tad milky. Are you sure I wasn't there?
Blonde: "You are simply peeling off another layer," she said in an echoey voice. "Let it fall off, little chrysalis, like an onion skin. Can I go straight on you."
Erin: Ann Curry respects me as a writer AND an craftstman!"
Blonde: "You mean craftsWOMAN."
Erin: "You may not use a strap-on on me."
Blonde: "Holy Shit! Look out, it's a fucking Gort!"
Erin: "Where did everyone go? Fuck it, let's get some chicken pot pie. Where are the big plates?"
Gorts: "All your base are belong to us."
Here I sit at four ay-em, in my satin and lace teddy, laughing so hard that my onion skins are falling off at an alarming level.
Flamingo, I have been gloriously, effectively boomeranged.
Oh yeah, and did I forget to mention that I love you people? All of you people?
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