CI Homage 20Feb09

Otto obstinately drew a line in the sand.

Not surprisingly, Constance stepped across that line.  And, as usual, did so with her typical sneer of presumed superiority in her impending obfuscation.

“Justify yourself!”, she screamed.

Otto complied grudgingly, spreading himself evenly across what he could only presume would be the last page of this chapter of his life.

Constance’ triumphant glare was cut short when a crashing wave of reality washed away the line in the sand…making the whole argument pointless.

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8 Responses to “CI Homage 20Feb09”

  1. daisyfae Says:

    He otto know better…

  2. Dolce Says:

    Sounds like most of my arguments.

  3. Sassy Miss P Says:

    @daisyfae: groan :mrgreen:

  4. nursemyra Says:

    That damned crashing wave of reality again! It ruins everything…..

  5. Rob Says:

    Was there make up sex?

  6. kyknoord Says:

    He should use a glass top coffee table like everyone else.

  7. thegnukid Says:

    daisyfae – *groan* hey, i’m the one doing the bad puns here

    dolce – gotta stay away from that “reality” thing, then

    Miss P – see? even Miss P agrees…

    nursemyra – it has a startling way of affecting us at the most importune times, yes?

    rob – between those two? absolutely. high decibel, bed shaking make up sex.

    kyknoord – he doesn’t need props. he uses them because he can, but not because he has to.

  8. leavingevangeline Says:

    I’ve been away so long that I have no idea what the hell you are talking about.

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