| astrangeone ( @ 2008-07-21 18:50:00 |
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Sexuality and Flowers....
Dear Customers:
The gay florist joke has gotten older than a piece of stale bread. (And it can't be fed to pigeons..) Please ignore my blank stare when you say it for the 30th time.
Yes, my co-worker gets to smirk at it, because she knows I love the vajay. Yes, my summer fling gets to laugh, because - hey, have nekkid wrestling together.
No, you get a wane smile and your bouquet of flowers thrust at you.
No Love,
Your Spiky Purple Haired Floral Employee
PS - I don't care where your wife's tongue has been - stop trying to pick me up for a threesome...