"Woman, I am beautiful!" Avon declared, gazing enraptured at his slender form and tumbling curls. Unaccustomed to walking in such low heels, he tripped and sprawled backwards onto the sofa, started to swear, then decided to pass it off as masterfully throwing himself down.
Isn't There a White Knight, Upon a Fiery Steed?
Date: 2014-07-14 05:56 am (UTC)From:"Woman, I am beautiful!" Avon declared, gazing enraptured at his slender form and tumbling curls. Unaccustomed to walking in such low heels, he tripped and sprawled backwards onto the sofa, started to swear, then decided to pass it off as masterfully throwing himself down.