Five minutes and thirty-one seconds until my smoke break. Yes, I'm counting down. In fact, I downloaded and installed a wee countdown thingie for my desktop, so I could monitor exactly how much longer I have to suffer. (Four minutes, thirty-five seconds.)
Meanwhile, I'm amusing myselfwith the help of an Aero bar and a mug of hot coffee. Aero tingles when it melts on your tongue due to the coffee! It feels weird, but nice. (Two minutes thirty-nine seconds.) There has to be a way to use that in a fellatio scene somehow, I know there is. (One minute three seconds.) Hm. Do you think they'd still have Aero bars in five hundred years? (Twenty-nine seconds.)
(Three ... Two ... One ... WOOHOO NICFIX!)
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Fifteen minutes, thirty-six seconds ...
How about I do unspeakable things to your body while you're still breathing, instead?
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Anyway, if your rationalization is still that it's 11:45 over here, doesn't that mean you have to do unspeakable things to all Australia? The problem remains.
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the rest of australia may live for now, as they are not over here rubbing it in my face. :P
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... fair enough, I suppose.
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Four minutes, fifty seconds WHEEEE!
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and when you are gone, I am going to BED