I'm sat here in my kimono and moccasins recollecting on my past with
@DARK MASTER and
@Lilith .
See, there was this time that those two scrumbummers decided to break in and wake me up lickity splickity from my doctor prescribed siesta to demand that in the coming evening we should make merry at the local movie theatre. After giving them hell for what they did to my 13th century window, I begrudgingly agreed that a flick might be just the thing. We agreed to purchase our tickets separately ahead of time and were, at my insistence, going to see a lovely picture starring that cutie cute Gerard Butler in a subtle yaoi romance cop thriller with Justin Timberlake (All about those bromantic overtones turning gayyyyy).
So with the evening approaching, I changed into my chainmail bikini, printed my ticket, and jaunted down to the most cine of marks while whistling an o'le Irish diddy. Upon arrival, both Dark Master and Lilith approached me in their speedos and halter tops to inform me that they were prepared to once more onto the breach. We fetched our popcorn, they used the potty, and we were all set to enjoy some long stares over dead bodies between a twink and a bear.
Only what the hell, they both couldn't find their tickets! I am a patient loli, but this had grown absurd. With a resounding "BAKAS", I stormed into the men's toylet and found their tickets in the trash having been used to dry their willies off. After slapping a ticket to their heads, we finally managed to see the film, with only a slight interruption from Dark Master trying to get the phone number of both a grand mother and her grand daughter.
AHHH Dark Master & Lilith, AHH HUMANITY