Friday, June 26, 2009

They come bearing gifts.

Doesn't it always start that way? You think they're making nice, so you open the gates. And . . . BLAMMY! Before you know it, an army of sweat-glazed, muscular Greeks with ravishment on their minds are clambering out of --

Uh, wait. Hmm. (Kris, might my gift have a trapdoor somewhere? Should I, like, keep it near the bed just in case?)


Kris said...

Well, it is all part of the delivery contract I have with Trojans, whose motto is no job is too big or too small.

I ordered extra large for you. Hope that was okay.

*sigh* The tshirt, hun. The tshirt.

You have such a dirty mind.

K. Z. Snow said...

Hey, a girl can hope, can't she?

BTW, "extra large" suits me just fine. Now, about those Greeks...