Coda Josh Grant

The Xmas lunch turned out all right, despite Amanda calling the night before saying that friends of theirs were in town so they'd becoming too. And four turned into seven. I mean, as it turns out, we can both cook, thank you Amanda. She studied cooking when Daniel and I went to kinder, then she taught us as teenagers. She always said that no sons of hers would grown up to be useless in the kitchen and she taught Daniel and I to cook from an early age. She said it was her gift to womankind in the world. This, of course, was one of her many gifts to womenkind in the world, one of the many gifts to womenkind that she claimed simply by adding Daniel and me to the world population. She cornered me in the kitchen, as she suggested adding more salt to the gravy, "Well, I couldn't exactly have you show your mama up, now could I." And the whatstheirnames were at a loose end, on their own. She smiled one of her triumphant smiles. The whatstheirnames arrived first. Apparently t...

I drove to Northcote and got "supplies" from Jumbo. Well, it's Xmas. I'm off Xmas eve to the 5th Jan. Driving home, as I came down Lygon Street, there was a guy on a bike in front of me who’s jeans had ridden right down exposing his white cotton jocks, which were stretched just enough to pull the soft material tight and I could literally see the hairy crack up his are. As it turned out he took the streets I was taking, so I got to gaze upon his sexy arse clearly visible and very nice arse crack it was too, for some time. I just sat behind, I didn’t over take and let the afternoon sun do its thing. I’m sure I could pick out individual hairs. At times like that, I like to thank God for his abundance. Or should I be thanking Allah? I picture him as one of those beautiful Arabic men who were asked to leave (I can’t remember where) because they were too beautiful. The A man and the J man must have know each other, or could have, (I don’t know the time frame of the K book) ...