I am ****ing serious. I met this chick on the street with her friend and pulled them both into a bar where I pulled them both. She was a ****ing cool chick, really sparky and funky as ****. Love it. It was just one of those things, but then...
On my blog (http://caintheexile.livejournal.com), I notice a comment from someone. It's her! Random as ****! And so I check out her blog and sure enough, I read the following... I've cross posted and I have edited nothing...
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You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road, and I'll be in Scotland before ye...
Scotland has brought me some of the best hot chocolate, pizza, and sex in my entire life.
Arrived to rain in Edinburgh and a Julia to greet me at the shuttle stop Wednesday morning. Went to that cafe where Harry Potter was written, then had cheese garlic bread pizza and chips with brown sauce and an Irn Bru at the kebab place down the street. Later went to Bannerman's, the first of many pubs of the week.
Thursday we commenced the Christmas shopping season on the Royal Mile and Princes Street. That night on the way to Ceilidh'ing, some British boys asked us for a light, and we ended up in a pub discussing wrestling names, porn, and how Julia kisses like a butch lesbian. Ended up in the flat of a sexy British man called Ciaran (one much akin to the persona Julia and I had been seeking after watching that British mystery show with the old lady and the snide British bastard). He had the perfect accent to make the word "naughty" make me practically melt. And of course, dirty talk is soooo much sexier with a British accent.
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Well gentlemen, is that a first? Have any of you got field reports of yourself you'd like to post?
*laughs my ass off*
Oh, man.
Ever Yours
Jekyll
On my blog (http://caintheexile.livejournal.com), I notice a comment from someone. It's her! Random as ****! And so I check out her blog and sure enough, I read the following... I've cross posted and I have edited nothing...
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You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road, and I'll be in Scotland before ye...
Scotland has brought me some of the best hot chocolate, pizza, and sex in my entire life.
Arrived to rain in Edinburgh and a Julia to greet me at the shuttle stop Wednesday morning. Went to that cafe where Harry Potter was written, then had cheese garlic bread pizza and chips with brown sauce and an Irn Bru at the kebab place down the street. Later went to Bannerman's, the first of many pubs of the week.
Thursday we commenced the Christmas shopping season on the Royal Mile and Princes Street. That night on the way to Ceilidh'ing, some British boys asked us for a light, and we ended up in a pub discussing wrestling names, porn, and how Julia kisses like a butch lesbian. Ended up in the flat of a sexy British man called Ciaran (one much akin to the persona Julia and I had been seeking after watching that British mystery show with the old lady and the snide British bastard). He had the perfect accent to make the word "naughty" make me practically melt. And of course, dirty talk is soooo much sexier with a British accent.
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Well gentlemen, is that a first? Have any of you got field reports of yourself you'd like to post?
*laughs my ass off*
Oh, man.
Ever Yours
Jekyll
