obsidity

We got our Christmas tree by my brother's house in BK, and the stand where we got it was run by this fucking totally adorable boy from Canadia-Quebec to be more precise and he had this lovely little french accent and I guess the girl running it with him was his girlfriend-She was pretty dern cute too-- ("I'll take you both home!" I should have said)
He was flirting like crazy with me. I just about peed my pants he was so frikken cute. I get pretty picky about guys and he was just about perfect.

He was trying to figure out what was going on bcse when me and my bros are together we are so goofy and leaving each other in stitches with our idiocy. I am sure we were the most animated people to buy a tree from them in Bay Fuckin Ridge.

We were saying in a big booming scary voice to each other "DARE YOU ENTER THE HOUSE -OF MIRTH?!" which was so preposterous and it became the tree of mirth and so on. Try explaining the word "mirth" to a frenchman. But he was very curious and wanted to understand...
So we buy the tree with ensuing shennanigans getting it on the car and such and he shakes my brother's hands and then "for the lovely lady" one of those cheeky European kisses.One on each side, you know. I should have just planted one right on his lips, and what plump juicy lips they were mmm mmm mmm.


ummmm. I have to go..take care of something....