Baguettes & Babes

[IndiReloaded]

What a Don Juan!

[CocoChanel]

*Wink*
Get her Gribble.
Then come on home <3 LOL!

[Gribble]

Can't wait to hear how this story ends

I'm hoping it ends with her helping me bake the second batch the next morning.

I'll keep you posted.

[Primo]

Gribble, you're making it sound so good, you know karma's going to make it all go wrong :-D

[bluesummer]

Persian chicks don't usually put out. FYI.

But maybe this one's different.

[MVPlaya]

I'm part-Persian and only ever liked one Persian girl.

I think there's one phrase I can teach you:

Tikkeyeh Bahal
Tik-key yeh Ba hal
(Teek-Kay-Yih (like fig), Ba (like bad) hal (like bad))

Literally means piece of corn, but in slang means a hot girl.

Oh, you could also put a green flag (color of Iran's resistance movement) in your house, just because you believe in 'democracy everywhere.'

[Primo]

Persian chicks don't usually put out. FYI.

But maybe this one's different.

Well, she's blonde, most Persian chicks aren't that either. Maybe there's something different about her and he'll get lucky :-D

[Sanctuary]

Be careful not to burn the baguettes when you guys get busy.

[doppelgaenger]

Did she put out? Did your bread rise? Hahahaa, get it? Bread... rise...?

[Sonrisa]

i started feeling very nauseous towards the middle of the posts.

[Primo]

i started feeling very nauseous towards the middle of the posts.

Right :-D Just f**k her already for crying out loud !

[doppelgaenger]

Gribble, when you whip the French bread, be sure to pull the sheets out and give her a Dutch oven.

[Charlie Boy II]

Persian girls don't put out. You're barking up the wrong tree.

[IndiReloaded]

Let's hear it, Flashman.

[Gribble]

She didn't put out.

But we did speak about religion and all that nonsense, and she did admit that she doesn't take it seriously and she's not saving herself. So next time.

On the plus side, the bread was ridiculously good. And this isn't in praise of our meager baking abilities. Good old-fashioned recipe. You really don't know what bread's supposed to taste like until you do it yourself like this. So we ate well. Fooled around somewhat too chastely for my tastes. Watched Fido, that movie about a pet zombie. All good.

Oh. And she's such a neat freak. I had flour all over my shirt. My hands were caked in dough. Let's not even mention what the kitchen looked like. She, on the other hand, was as pristine as the moment she stepped out of the shower. So I cornered her and painted flour whiskers across her cheeks and a big spot on the tip of her nose. There's something about a chick painted up like a cat that's creepily sexy. We wrastled after that and she threw a fistful of flour at me and I fell like an idiot. She thought I was hurt and ran over to help. So I grabbed her and pulled her down to the floor with me. It was fun.