Go to the Article: Shave a Friend!
Okay then, promise to get the hair test done when ever I visit!
F*** you guys are bored! Hahahaa, love it!
crazy people hhahaha
None of my friends will let me shave them.
O line if I ever heard one.
Can you recommend a good source of lime and/or a a large plastic bin (capable of holding something 6' long and capable of holding that acid from breaking bad) ?
It was a little too sharp, I guess.
WHAT??? who would put the disclaimer at the END??? There is blood evverrywheeerrree..
Umami
Those lines are magical.
Whatever is happening on this comment thread, I wholeheartedly support it.
Are you...a fan of my fan fiction ;D?
Is this supposed to be a fanfiction? I thought I would never see the day.
I don't know. I had a break at work. But I stand by it.
...!
Chapter One:
We met on a hot summer night in Singapore. It was the kind of night that the cicada's song drove you into a feverish state that was full of lust and bad decisions.
I saw Grant sitting alone in a bar full of young professionals. Sleeves rolled neatly backwards, he was reading "The Big Sleep" at a small, two person table. He had the air of someone confident, relaxed, and without a care in the world. I sat down across from him. As he looked up from his book, two drops of condensed water slid down his whiskey glass.
"Umami"
As the word's notes delicately danced away from his lips (which was decorated by the most manliest of mustaches) and caressed my ear, I shuddered in sheer awe and delight. The word had manifested a raw force from within my spine that slowly reached nerve endings I never knew I had. Never have I heard anything so full bodied and so powerful in my life. Slightly aroused, I checked my pants for any embarrassing signs. There was something long, cylindrical and hard in my pocket. Frightened, I carefully whipped it out. It was just my Anova Circulator.
Far in the background in the heat of the Asian Summer, a child wept quietly.
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I plead for an umami class. Or I'll kill the weeping child in my next segment.
Also I'm glad the mustache is still there.
