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[OOM: Suite 134]
Apr. 24th, 2006 11:56 amMike hurts. Mike hurts a lot. Ninja training is all well and good for the outside world, for when you don't want your enemy to know that...well that you really really really hurt, but right now Mike would like to shove 21 years of ninja training up someone's patoot so that maybe just maybe they might hurt as much as he does.
Of course, all of that shoving can wait until after he uses said ninja skills to ninj' himself out of his clothes, and into a shower. A nice long hot shower.
And oh the shower. You know, sex is all well and good. Nice wave of happy contracting muscles that do wonderful things for the spring in a guy's step, but a good shower? Man, that's like heaven. Happily floral scented heaven complete with bath puffs. You can't discount the importance of bath puffs. It's a sin of the highest order, Mike is sure of it.
He steps out of the shower, and paruses the large amount of bruising that has taken a claimed a stake above/around/below/between/betwixt his shoulder. Mike removes the bottle of Advil from his medicine cabinet and makes towards the kitchen for something to wash down all that ibupropheny goodness.
From the bathroom to the kitchen he passes the front door he hurt to much to close....
Of course, all of that shoving can wait until after he uses said ninja skills to ninj' himself out of his clothes, and into a shower. A nice long hot shower.
And oh the shower. You know, sex is all well and good. Nice wave of happy contracting muscles that do wonderful things for the spring in a guy's step, but a good shower? Man, that's like heaven. Happily floral scented heaven complete with bath puffs. You can't discount the importance of bath puffs. It's a sin of the highest order, Mike is sure of it.
He steps out of the shower, and paruses the large amount of bruising that has taken a claimed a stake above/around/below/between/betwixt his shoulder. Mike removes the bottle of Advil from his medicine cabinet and makes towards the kitchen for something to wash down all that ibupropheny goodness.
From the bathroom to the kitchen he passes the front door he hurt to much to close....
