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She was tan. She was tall. She was gorgeous.

  • She was tan. She was tall. She was gorgeous. I had to talk to her. "Excuse me, miss?" "Yeah?" A not so lady-like voice answered. Wait...he? I stared at her. She, or he, laughed.
  • The deep sound of her laugh, the visual music of her curves -- why couldn't I admit I was thrilled? "Earth-man, I have mine and you have yours -- we all have our parts to play." Th
  • en I knew for sure I'd die for this creature if I had to. Her otherworldly eyes stared into mine as she laughed again & I suddenly realized I'd been trans-cranially abducted into
  • her alien heart. I was madly, hopelessly, irrevocably, unconditionally, head-over-heels in love with this creature and I simply had to win her affection in return but first I had
  • to get over my trypophobia. The alien with the compound eye and translucent glowing skin was the love of my life, i was sure, but when her ten tentacles caressed my
  • perplexed kitten, all bets were off. That cat had been given to me by nobility! Some landed duke or marquis of a forgotten country--I'd received it on an especially hairy evening
  • at the barber shop. I was getting my usual mullet perm when Sir Yakko of Anvilania came in for no apparent reason and handed me this cat. To this day, I still don't know why he
  • handed me this cat. I have remained at this barber shop for 3o years awaiting some direction on what to do with this cat. I am slowly. Going. Mad.
  • The cat doesn't seem to mind, though. She makes herself comfortable on the barber shop's seats and hisses at anyone who walks past. I'm stuck with this cat and no customers.
  • The cat looked at me and I looked at the cat, and the rain poured outside and the air conditioner hummed quietly in the background.
Started
2014-12-30 15:54:08
Finished
2018-03-22 20:00:19

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