"Well, damn, I better find more people whose tits I can check out." Saxsice might not be willing to let him cling to her like a baby koala (rude), but she'll at least go out of her way to make sure he doesn't get smacked in the fact with branches. It's called nuance.
Then she nods, woefully, letting out a heavy sigh that blows away enough residual fluff to almost make this PG-13. "Yeah, I can't eat chocolate either. And don't even get me started on squirrels." Then she snorts, rolling her eyes. "They don't turn purple. ...do they?"
The town finally appears as they round a bend in the trail, and Saxsice pauses long enough to snag a blanket off of a clothesline and fashion it into a sort of toga/wrap thing. Guess PG-13's the highest rating we're getting tonight. The last of the fluff is dislodged by this and floats off into the breeze. "Nice guess -- Northern Idaho. Momma's from Canada, though, and we lived in a kinda...commune-type thing, so I guess that's where I get it. That and the cousins from Applachia. Mushed all together."
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Then she nods, woefully, letting out a heavy sigh that blows away enough residual fluff to almost make this PG-13. "Yeah, I can't eat chocolate either. And don't even get me started on squirrels." Then she snorts, rolling her eyes. "They don't turn purple. ...do they?"
The town finally appears as they round a bend in the trail, and Saxsice pauses long enough to snag a blanket off of a clothesline and fashion it into a sort of toga/wrap thing. Guess PG-13's the highest rating we're getting tonight. The last of the fluff is dislodged by this and floats off into the breeze. "Nice guess -- Northern Idaho. Momma's from Canada, though, and we lived in a kinda...commune-type thing, so I guess that's where I get it. That and the cousins from Applachia. Mushed all together."