Zucchini Patties And Pea & Ham Soup
I didn't have to do anything today, good thing to, good thing because I felt decidedly plain.
Oh, oo, ah, happy fucken Easter. I bet you our boy J felt better on Easter Tuesday than I do now.
I fed Steve, official boyfriend what’s more, Easter eggs. I fed him mine, I fed him his, until he had chocolatey lips and a big brown smile.
He's a bit of a chocolate fiend, my boy.
Nick came over with vegetables, soup and pot.
We ate zucchini patties and pea and ham soup, all lubricated with spliffs. I don't care what you say about zucchinis, they are tasteless. (Still, not as bad as eggplant) It's one vegetable I don't get. Nick told me what Kevin did with zucchinis, after which I questioned him about the zucchinis we ate. He laughed.
"Panic stations, Panic stations," he said rather cryptically.
"What does that mean?"
Nick smiled. "How are your boyfriends?"
"Boyfriends?"
"Big boyfriend and little boyfriend?"
"Steve's fine." I looked over at Steve, he’d passed out on the other end of the couch.
"Tommy?" said Nick.
"Tommy's fine too... as far as I know."
"Just checking."
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“And then there is Ben,” said Nick. “Who can keep up?”
“You are ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
“Steve and I are now official?” I looked over at Steve, his handsome face was serene.
“Official what?”
“Boyfriends,” I said. “Steve and I are officially boyfriends.”
“How many do you want?”
“Just one,” I said. “Just Steve. Anything else is in your head?”
“If he was conscious,” said Nick. “I’d congratulate him.”
“I’ll pass on your best wishes.”
Oh, oo, ah, happy fucken Easter. I bet you our boy J felt better on Easter Tuesday than I do now.
I fed Steve, official boyfriend what’s more, Easter eggs. I fed him mine, I fed him his, until he had chocolatey lips and a big brown smile.
He's a bit of a chocolate fiend, my boy.
Nick came over with vegetables, soup and pot.
We ate zucchini patties and pea and ham soup, all lubricated with spliffs. I don't care what you say about zucchinis, they are tasteless. (Still, not as bad as eggplant) It's one vegetable I don't get. Nick told me what Kevin did with zucchinis, after which I questioned him about the zucchinis we ate. He laughed.
"Panic stations, Panic stations," he said rather cryptically.
"What does that mean?"
Nick smiled. "How are your boyfriends?"
"Boyfriends?"
"Big boyfriend and little boyfriend?"
"Steve's fine." I looked over at Steve, he’d passed out on the other end of the couch.
"Tommy?" said Nick.
"Tommy's fine too... as far as I know."
"Just checking."
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“And then there is Ben,” said Nick. “Who can keep up?”
“You are ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
“Steve and I are now official?” I looked over at Steve, his handsome face was serene.
“Official what?”
“Boyfriends,” I said. “Steve and I are officially boyfriends.”
“How many do you want?”
“Just one,” I said. “Just Steve. Anything else is in your head?”
“If he was conscious,” said Nick. “I’d congratulate him.”
“I’ll pass on your best wishes.”
"See that you do."
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