Papaya Ambush

[xp_dominion]

I am the victim of a drive-by fruiting. After my lovely drinks in the city, I came back here to discover a rainforest sitting on the table in my room. Seriously, you could lose an African expedition in here for easily ten years. Longer if they slip down between the plums and starfruit and end up in that mystical land inhabited only by forgotten individual grapes and that weird green plastic straw.

I am going to have a cup of coffee and fight to the death with a couple of parsimmons. If I lose, bury me in one of those decoratively hollowed out watermelons you get on cruise buffets.

Comments

[x-viento.livejournal.com]

Remember that time you said our beer 'sucked'? I do believe this is where I laugh and make a mention of cutting you off in the future.

That, or someone was a little heavy on the acid on the cab ride home.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

Oh please... American beer is like making love in a canoe. It's really uncomfortable and halfway through they ban you from Algonquin Park for absolutely no good reason.

That made more sense in my head. Nevermind.

[x-viento.livejournal.com]

In my country this is what we call "I rest my case".

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

Really? In my country we call it 'poutine'.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I think I like yours better than the real one.

The saying, that is.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

I made perfect sense. It's that other one that is so enthralled with the idea of getting me drunk. No means no, especially if alcohol is involved.