Oh my god.
So I went down to the kitchen and snagged my usual handful of Oreos with a mug of milk, to have something tasty while reading new
guede_mazaka fic. I love Oreos. They are the most perfect cookie you can buy in a store. I never get sick of them. The milk is just there for lubrication. Milk + Oreos = my favorite high-calorie, low-effort snack/breakfast.
Except I don't want the cookies. I only ate two and I. Don't. Want. The rest. Just the milk.
This has never happened before.
It is downright scary.
I swear this is the last post I'll make today.
So I went down to the kitchen and snagged my usual handful of Oreos with a mug of milk, to have something tasty while reading new
Except I don't want the cookies. I only ate two and I. Don't. Want. The rest. Just the milk.
This has never happened before.
It is downright scary.
I swear this is the last post I'll make today.
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...but only because there is less chance than there was in the fic *wistful sigh*
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http://www.thespermbankofca.org/
Will is laughing - says turn-about is fair play. You got HIM in trouble so . . .
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Email me -- laylah at bearhome dot net -- and I'll set one up for you.