Heh.

[roxy]

So-- I was told I'm going to hell the other day...well, not quite in those words. One of the little boys at work said, "Sus('cause only a handful of RL peeps can call me Roxy) I don't know where you're going when you die, but it's not going to be heaven."

Which for some reason made me laugh so hard I nearly cried...I love that boy. Not that this came out of the blue. At the time,I was explaining my game plan for beefing up my income, which involved hot pants, platform boots and a cleverly worded slogan-- something along the lines of "Yo, big boy." Something.

So--after I explained what hot pants where...(yes. I'm that old,) one of the children told me that I wasn't in any trouble because God likes a jokester. Isn't that sweet? So I told her I hoped he liked a pervert too.*G*

My job can be a lot of fun.

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[thecaelum.livejournal.com]

*snickers and hugs* I'm not going to heaven either, don't worry. I've spent the past two days listening to Sex Bomb by Tom Jones and laughing uncontrollably because the US Military is desperately seeking porn (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4174519.stm).

*grins* Not only am I perverse, I'm perverse with a dry sense of humor and a kink for irony. And I'm looking forward to black market sex bombs. *giggles*

Whatcha think, Roxy? You, me... formalwear... Republican Convention and a black market sex bomb? *whistles a few bars from Tom Jones and grins wickedly*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oooooo...you had me at formal wear! *packs Bertha and extra can of gas*

Sex Bombs, sex pollen--there's a whole theme of semi-non-con sex going on here.Hah!

[thecaelum.livejournal.com]

*snickers and preens* This is far better than my original plan to spike the punch with a little letter number 5. *grins and counts them off playfully*

A... B... C... D... E!