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I really need to stop doing things like this. My journal has become very silly.




A Hairstyle In Time

On a trendy and dreamlike morning, Tony B sat at a cocktail party. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His arse ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect George W to love someone with a fluffy elbow?

Laughingly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a lithe kinky backbencher, all on a summer's day. I wish my George W would stroke me, in his own pretty way..."

"Do you?" George W sat down beside Tony B and put his hand on Tony B's earlobe. "I think that could be arranged."

Tony B gasped wankily. "But what about my fluffy elbow?"

"I like it," George W said weirdly. "I think it's articulate."

They came together and their kiss was like sticky toffee pudding melting to a puddle betwixt my thighs.

"I love you," Tony B said gruffly.

"I love you too," George W replied and stroked him.

They bought a lemur, moved in together, and lived repressively ever after.