“Please?”
“No.”
“Aw, come on, Rusty. Please?”
“I said no.”
“How much do I have to pay you?”
12/23/2011
Outtake: Christmas Cheer
“Please?”
“No.”
“Aw, come on, Rusty. Please?”
“I said no.”
“How much do I have to pay you?”
12/21/2011
Christmas Cheer
Christmas Cheer
½ shot of Eggnog
½ shot of Peppermint Schnapps
Mixing Instructions:
Stir it up and shoot it down. HO HO HO! Tastes like Christmas with a pine tree twist.
12/19/2011
Outtake 1 Teaser
I handed him a box and attacked another one myself. “Here, you open this one.”
“Dude, I’m not opening your mail.”
I stared at him. “Are you for real? I’m right and asking you to do it. I won’t call the MPs, I promise. Christ. You’re a real grandma.”
He snorted and handed the box back. “I’m still not opening it.”
“You want me to chew your cookie, too, so you don’t strain yourself or wear on your teeth?”
“Open the damn box, Jake.”
12/10/2011
Barney on Acid
“James, just let it go,” I said with a sigh.
“But…but, Bella-boo, he put a deadbolt on his door. How am I going to get him to watch the deliciousness that is Tom Cruise with me now, huh? Jumbo Cock won’t do it any other way,” James said with a pout.
“Well, you’ll just have to…wait a minute.” I whipped around to face him. “You looked, didn’t you? How else would you know he’s gifted in that department?”
“Of course I looked. It sounds like you were a pervert and had a peek, too. What I want to know is how you accomplished it. Did you beg him, or did you jump on the hobby horse?” He thrust his hips for emphasis.
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