detective: there is no smoking in this building, miss.
miss: what are you going to do, charge me with smoking?
ever so casually, she blows smoke at detective.
detective: did you kill him, miss?
miss: i don't like it when anyone fools around with my caramel crunch, officer.
detective: is that enough to kill him?
miss: and my cheesecake and pavlova cakes. i'm very passionate about my sweets, officer. nobody messes around with them. and he fooled around with that little tart.
detective: what happened when he messed around with your sweets?
she uncrosses her legs and blows more smoke at detective.
miss: i get angry.
detective: you get angry.
miss: yes, i get angry. you wouldn't like me when i'm angry.
detective: so you killed him because he fooled around with that little tart. who is the little tart, miss?
miss: are you stupid, officer? that little tart is over there, lathered with whipped cream and all. he fooled around with it, there were two of them. and there were more berries on top but he chose to pick some of them. i know when my berries are picked over!
detective: so you killed him?
miss: oy!
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well, i never really saw the movie, if you know what i mean. but i was trying to channel my inner sharon-stone-basic-instinct but it ain't happening. first of all my legs aren't long enough to be crossed and uncrossed. but trust me, the concept was much better in my mind than here.
methinks some of northy's genius had rubbed off on me, or probably not. maybe it was just the gucky water we played on from last saturday.
i have nothing else to do with my life so...another self-portrait about passion. tee-hee!
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(5+2's choice)
I love your tags, I'd happily join you for the cheesecake! Fantastic commentary. The image alone conjured up Basic Instinct, even before reading your commentary.
