As I was standing at the bus stop this morning waiting for the blueline, this monstrous bear approached me and started hovering around. He shuffled his furry feet closer and closer, sniffing the air. Finally he stood over me and mumbled, HoneyHoneyHoneyHoney[sniiiiffffff]Honey.
I put my hand on his massive chest to stop his advance and said to him (quite sternly, I might add), Sir? If you are handing out terms of endearment I prefer love, sweetie and the ever elusive peanut but honey will just not do. I am no Jessica Alba.
He regained his composure but then continued, Maam I must beg for your forgiveness for my abhorrent behavior, but I am being driven completely feral by the sweet and succulent sirens song scent of your beautiful tresses. He gestured to my hair with a large paw. And then added, May I lick it?
Of course I didnt let him lick my hair, kind readers. He would have mussed the luscious smell I newly acquired from a sample of honey shampoo and conditioner I received at The Body Shop. [And angels started singing.] While I was there getting my favorite (swoon) the shea body butter because, yes now that you mention it yes, YES! I am a hot house orchid and my skin does need to be dewy and soft as rose petals luscious even.
Where was I?
Oh yes, apologizing to you about the misrepresentation of the title of this journal entry.
What?
Because number one, this entry has not one little thing to do with blow jobs (were that it did kind reader, were that it did ). And B, I have no idea what the hell BJ and the Bear is I think I got it all mixed up in my mind with The Bad News Bears. And three why in tarnation did I have Kenny Rogers wrapped up in my version of having something to do with that movie? I was nothing but a wee babe in 76.
Ah and as you all know (and my conscience pointed out to me that I must confess) I lied. LIED like a rug, or a dog or some really expensive linoleum. Because, I dont take the bus. I drive an anal Mystique.
Good Lord, I need to lay off the crack pipe before 8 am.
Last little noteworthy piece of info before we adjourn our meeting of the crazy My birthday is Wednesday. And if you are asking yourself. Self? Would Suzanna Danna love something for her birthday? A card? A bucket of money? Maybe a nice vat of body butter? Then the answer is wholeheartedly YES!
By the way, you ladies look really pretty today, those pants? Very slimming.
You mens? Smokin.