Bakemaster-7000(TM) and the sex-shop fiasco
Like a motherfucking bastard!
I’m baking like there’s no tomorrow.. but there’s one prob.. with the last creation inside the oven, I now have (literally) enough food for 7 days consumption… I’m hoping this shit refrigerates well or I start getting visitors 
[reminiscing.. again]
I miss cooking with someone…. no… what I miss is the banter that’s involved when two people who’ve got a vibe get in a kitchen and create….. It’s when I look back on some of my fond cooking moments that I realise why people want to be parents….
Creation… wonderful thing
[/reminiscing ... again]
But on to much more important things…
Helen (happily attached!) “mentioned” that she was going sex-shop shopping…. Have I mentioned how fucking cool it is to go sex-shop shopping with females… well it fucking rocks let me tell you…..
Remember when you could have whatever piece of chocolate/candy from the candy store, but you were only allowed one piece… and you just held up everything, almost tasting it as you were standing there…
That’s what it’s like to go to a sex shop with a girl….
I love the fascination and the giggles…. (not even in a sexual way)…. I love the excitement of people who are intrigued by what their bodies are capable of in their own hands, and in the hands/mouths/genitals of another human being….
And there was this shirt:
Restricted 18+
Foul Language
Irresponsible Behaviour
Great Fuck
I was so close to buying one… but who knows what the neighbours might think… and i’m smart, i’d never claim to be “great” at anything …. (ed: Kudos goes to Matt, “always underpromise and overdeliver!”) ……
So if you know me well enough, you’ll know my standard fare is a guaranteed “3 minutes of pure pleasure”…. anything else is a bonus…
Fuck I shouldn’t drink so much on a weeknight
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