Monday, January 29, 2007

Post-coital banter in the house of the Bitch

"Just for that," I said, recovering my breath from an unprovoked tickle-attack, "you get to sleep in The Wet Spot."

"No problem," replied the Pirate, as he vigorously dried The Wet Spot with a piece of cotton cloth. "Oh, here's your pyjama top."

"You fucking bastard."

6 comments:

First Nations said...

frolics of a similar nature at the rancho have recently resulted in an overturned coffee table. we still got it!

Hannah said...

Heh. He's good.

Chaucer's Bitch said...

FN: two desk chairs and a futon. suck on it.

Hannah: you have no idea.

Homo Escapeons said...

Another valuable life lesson in Piratiquette.

llewtrah said...

Oooh tickle attacks. I've fallen out of bed from those. I, of course, am an insatiable minx.

Roland Hulme said...

That was so funny it made me snort black coffee out of my nose.