Monday, April 27, 2015



1. what was your biggest fantasy once you discovered sexy things? one of those black unlimited credit cards

2. did you get to do said fantasy and if so would you do it again? no, the monks frown upon that sort of thing. sure, in my fantasy.

3. was it as good as imagined? yes but we ran out of sriracha, something about them not making it anymore, smelly factories? so we settled for the year-old Taco Bell mild sauce packets in my fridge's clear sliding compartments. we both still came in each others' mouths and everything but it was mild sauce. good news, the packets still have those clever sayings on them, like Will You Marry Me? and other stuff i forgot. we got married that evening and became the Bonnie and Clyde of the underground sriracha black market.

4. describe said fantasy. thrusts, dumperplay, shadowplay, wordplay, then release, the release is the most important part, mutual release if possible. speaking of release, how do you guys get the sauce out of the packet? do you tear open a little corner or use the scissors? one time i tried to be sexy and tear it open with my teeth but i broke all my teeth and needed an expensive root canal hence the sriracha racket.

5. what is your biggest fantasy now? to love others as i have loved you

bonus: something you would NEVER do: get high when i'm already high on life. i mean, imagine me high, the space-time continuum, already precariously thin, would collapse into a black hole that not even Neil deGrasse Tyson could fly through.

please spare a thought for my kitty tonight. thank you. ^,,^




Sweeten Dirty said...

Hilarious answers. Loved your thing about the Taco Bell sauce packets. ;)

the late phoenix said...

sweeten: the Taco Bell guys are geniuses putting the hash browns inside the pocket so you have a hand free. who doesn't always need to have one hand free? :)

Jules said...

Normally, in haste, I would try to tear but always end up going for the scissors. I need learn. Lets love everyone. *)

the late phoenix said...

juli: yeah i was always taught not to run with scissors so i jogged. when i became a man i put away childish things like my safety scissors and tore open sauce packets with my teeth the manly way that broke all my teeth *)

Cheeky Minx said...

You had me at Bonnie and Clyde, babe.

Me and my razor-sharp teeth, that is... :*

the late phoenix said...

cheeky: my beautiful please be gentle with me, no biting...okay some biting :*