Monday, April 6, 2009

Richard’s Birthday.

After work, totally prepared and anticipating the future, I rushed to the grocery store to purchase the finest cake mix that money can buy. Throw in some premade frosting, and you know, deep in your heart, that Richard is in for a truly special treat. I am so considerate.

I will not tell how old Richard is. No, I won’t give any hints. Odd you should mention the fall of '58, because Richard was in elementary school by then. But, no hints about his age. None. Not from me.

Oh, and wouldn’t you be so happy to come home on your birthday, after a hard day’s work at the salt mines, to this!


I can't wait to see the expression of gratitude on his face.

Okay, its obvious. I flunked the class in cake decorating. And you thought it was an inborn talent in all queers?

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