Carrots

I said last night how the Bank Holiday hadn't messed up the week in my head as they normally do - a Bank Holiday Monday normally puts me a day behind because they feel like Sundays to me; you know the score so I won't go on any more about it but if you don't know the score then read last nights post for goodness sake! On second thoughts don't, well do because it was a beautiful post and that's not self praise, that's my baby who said so and as he knows me kind of well, or intimately truth be told, I guess it's kind of true. Actually there's no kind of to it, even I'll admit it's a beautiful post and it was a reflection of the day and the people that made it beautiful, such people remain beautiful in their own right - one such person sat right by my side is the most beautiful guy I've ever had in my life; I love you baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So read last nights post but don't pay too much attention to the Bank Holiday not messing up my week bit because it appears I spoke too soon; in hindsight it may have messed up my week to some serious tune because today felt like Friday and not just any old Friday but like a Friday before I've got a weekend off to look forward to with my baby. Seriously, I'm sure we all know how it feels to have the buzzing inside and the extra spring in your step when you get to Friday and you've got the weekend to party away after a week of work. That's how I've felt, I mean it normally makes me all giddy and mischievous - that's exactly how I've been, gosh I've had such great fun - silly, stupid, mischievous fun and it all started quite innocuously. I sent my baby a text telling him amongst other things that I'd be popping into Sainsburys on my way home and would he like me to get him anything whilst I was there. He texted me back a while later and asked me to go to the in store butcher and ask for a spit roast - my baby fancied a spit roast for tea, I was sat alone in the canteen in fits of laughter - it was so left field, so unexpected and so funny; it descended into the depths of mischievousness and silliness from there...........

Over the course of the day we talked about such diverse subjects as Bear Grylls, being called Ken, fat people and guys with ginger pubes; don't ask because we won't be able to print a great deal regarding any of it. But have you ever seen a guy with ginger pubes? Neither my baby or I have been with a guy with ginger pubes, ginger hair is kind of okay; I mean I've seen a few guys with ginger hair that I've quite fancied in my time but I've never gone to bed with them. My baby's making gagging noises because he says guys with ginger hair simply make him gag and not in a good way - it's a joke boys and girls don't write in to complain, it's honestly a joke; it's funny though it has to be said! So we searched the internet earlier to find photos of guys with ginger pubes; oh my gosh it's not a good look, can you ever imagine going down on a guy with ginger pubes? A big bush of wiry ginger looking you in the eye, it's like hang on a minute let me put my sunglasses on love, your pubes are blinding me (my baby's gone, oh dear he almost fell off the sofa, that's just top quality, so funny and so wrong all at the same time!) It's just got worse or better or whatever way you want to look at it - my baby's just said I bet their cum tastes of carrots; holy crap batman that is the most funniest comment in the World, oh my gosh that's beyond just about anything ever. My baby's crying with laughter, oh dear, I so need to swear to put it into some kind of context because it's just so fu?*ing funny!

We're sorry, we hope we've not offended anyone, neither of us are prejudice in any way, shape or form; I mean we know more than most how it can feel to be cast as different because we're gay. But we laugh at ourselves and we can take a good natured joke regarding our sexuality too; our humour is meant in good nature, you should never take yourself too seriously boys and girls. Back to the texts............

Come late afternoon girlfriend got in on the act, well she didn't really she just picked a bad time if she wanted a straight reply. She simply enquired how I was and it somehow found it's way to shoes that come in matchboxes, spanking, if she was a guy I'd let her shag me, a whole host of flirting on my part and ended, thanks to inspiration from my baby, by asking her if she fancied a spit roast for tea. I bet she was real glad she asked if I was okay, but that's what girlfriends are for, to flirt with; although she never got back to me regarding tea, I guess that's a bridge too far. If nothing else I think I cheered her up some, which is good because that's what friends do, they look out for each other and pick them up when they're down; I hope I helped, we love you girlfriend xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

It's been a great day, filled with fun, laughter and silliness; and somehow, somewhere along the way we helped someone out too. Maybe last nights post wasn't so wrong after all, smile and the World smiles with you.............