naked by candlelight, it sounds so romantic doesn’t it? it’s not. unbeknownst to the rest of the world, the greater twin cities metro area is the hellmouth. yes, we’re talking about the portal to hell. it’s been over 90 degrees for the last nine days. i think my poor air conditioner has given up the ghost. though i’ve had it cranked for the past three days, it’s barely tolerable in here. i can hear it with each wheeze saying, “damn it’s hot.”
i’ve taken to taking cold showers twice a day, not to deal with my sexual frustration, but rather to stay sane in this insane heat. and the candlelight? that’s not because my scantily clad body looks good in the firelight. no, it’s because the sky has turned that wonderful grey-green which means that mother nature may or may not drop a tornado on me at any moment. which means of course the electricity will go out and so will the air. and when that happens, we’ll know the portal to hell has been opened and that satan is roaming freely here in prior lake.
I bet your scantily-clad body looks awesome in the firelight, you silly person.
Here’s to hoping the storms pass over and your body stays in one piece!
*toasts*
I bet her body looks awesome *all* the time, not just when it’s scantily clad!
Well, that goes without saying, but I was responding to a specific comment.
if either of you saw me scantily clad by candlelight or the dawn’s early light or any light at all, you would be crushed by the weight of your own disappointment.
Oh, I’ll play your game, you rogue.
my game, the one where you get crushed by your own disappointment?