Похоже только я могу свихнуть руку, закатывая варенье
пятница, 05 августа 2011
Хо-хо!
Заказала!
Ждём 23
Заказала!
Ждём 23
вторник, 02 августа 2011
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четверг, 10 марта 2011
ВСЕМ_ВСЕМ_ВСЕМ!
Я нашла!!!
Во оно!!!
СЛУШАТЬ ВСЕМ! СЛУШАТЬ И РЫДАТЬ!
A Comme Amour (Paul de Senneville)
Я нашла!!!
Во оно!!!
СЛУШАТЬ ВСЕМ! СЛУШАТЬ И РЫДАТЬ!
A Comme Amour (Paul de Senneville)
суббота, 05 марта 2011
Какая рецензия!!! Всем читать и плакать обязательно!
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От себя хочу добавить: ах, какой был дубляж на НТВ! Пусть с ошибками перевода, но как "в стиле" сделан!
Чего стОит хотя бы обмен фразами:
- У тебя совесть есть?
- Я где-то слышал этот термин.
Хотя в оригинале слова были другие.
Тот дубляж растащили на цитаты, хотя народ сейчас это не осознаёт
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От себя хочу добавить: ах, какой был дубляж на НТВ! Пусть с ошибками перевода, но как "в стиле" сделан!
Чего стОит хотя бы обмен фразами:
- У тебя совесть есть?
- Я где-то слышал этот термин.
Хотя в оригинале слова были другие.
Тот дубляж растащили на цитаты, хотя народ сейчас это не осознаёт
нннда...
Видимо я всё-таки мазохист.
За свои же деньги подписалась на месяц кататься в СКА.
Смешно, но все мои предыдущие тренеры были учениками либо Мишина, либо Москвина (у которого Мишин и учился), а тут всё другое. (Я имею в виду отношение)
и неважно, что я сто лет почти не каталась, неважно, что в декабре травмировала ногу. Вынь, да положь аксель. Хотя, может, так и нужно?! И необязательно орать "Давай, сволочь, прыгай?"
Видимо я всё-таки мазохист.
За свои же деньги подписалась на месяц кататься в СКА.
Смешно, но все мои предыдущие тренеры были учениками либо Мишина, либо Москвина (у которого Мишин и учился), а тут всё другое. (Я имею в виду отношение)
и неважно, что я сто лет почти не каталась, неважно, что в декабре травмировала ногу. Вынь, да положь аксель. Хотя, может, так и нужно?! И необязательно орать "Давай, сволочь, прыгай?"
среда, 12 января 2011
Третий раз в жизни расплакалась над книжкой.
Старею, что ли?
Старею, что ли?
понедельник, 03 января 2011
Сделала себе новогодние подарки!!!
Только почему продавцы так и норовят меня с моим ПЕРВЫМ резмером убедить, что у меня ЧЕТВЁРТЫЙ???
Только почему продавцы так и норовят меня с моим ПЕРВЫМ резмером убедить, что у меня ЧЕТВЁРТЫЙ???
воскресенье, 19 декабря 2010
попытка №6
неудачная
Убеждаете меня, что я лузер? А я не поверю! Просто назло
неудачная
Убеждаете меня, что я лузер? А я не поверю! Просто назло
понедельник, 08 ноября 2010
Поразительно.
По прошествии стольких лет пересматривать некогда запавший в душу фильм и... предугадывать каждую фразу актёров...
А ведь спроси меня кто вчера, я бы лишь в общих чертах смогла обрисовать сюжет
По прошествии стольких лет пересматривать некогда запавший в душу фильм и... предугадывать каждую фразу актёров...
А ведь спроси меня кто вчера, я бы лишь в общих чертах смогла обрисовать сюжет
воскресенье, 07 ноября 2010
стих из сети.
объяснения к стиху: пистА-по узбекски "фисташка"
Мой дядя, родом из Ташкента,
Когда не в шутку занемог,
Внучка, зеленого студента
Просил быть с ним (он встать не мог).
И вот однажды молвил дядя:
"Внучок, а дай-ка мне пистЫ".
Фисташек думал, на ночь глядя,
Погрызть без всякой суеты.
"П***ы тебе?!" - внук удивился.
Но воля дядина - закон,
Хоть дядя в хвори и забылся,
То, что хотел, получит он.
Бежал мой дядя два квартала,
Забыв про чертов паралич,
И резво чрез забор скакал он,
Рукой задев, разбил кирпич.
С тех пор он больше не болеет -
Так помогла ему пистА.
СредствА народные сильнее,
Чем вся аптечная туфта.
(Тигрёнок)
объяснения к стиху: пистА-по узбекски "фисташка"
Мой дядя, родом из Ташкента,
Когда не в шутку занемог,
Внучка, зеленого студента
Просил быть с ним (он встать не мог).
И вот однажды молвил дядя:
"Внучок, а дай-ка мне пистЫ".
Фисташек думал, на ночь глядя,
Погрызть без всякой суеты.
"П***ы тебе?!" - внук удивился.
Но воля дядина - закон,
Хоть дядя в хвори и забылся,
То, что хотел, получит он.
Бежал мой дядя два квартала,
Забыв про чертов паралич,
И резво чрез забор скакал он,
Рукой задев, разбил кирпич.
С тех пор он больше не болеет -
Так помогла ему пистА.
СредствА народные сильнее,
Чем вся аптечная туфта.
(Тигрёнок)
пятница, 15 октября 2010
попытка №3 оказалась неудачной
и попытка сделать попытку №4 тоже
и попытка сделать попытку №4 тоже
воскресенье, 10 октября 2010
Я не фанат слеша и рассказиков про геев.
Но тут смеялась до икоты. Это ж надо было ТАКОЕ придумать!!!
Взято здесь: www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid...
Some Days
By TJ
Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. Today was definitely one of those days for Stan. Castillo had called and woken him up at the obscene hour of two in the morning to run surveillance on a supposed drug cartel big wig. He'd ended up spending the next 14 hours in the van listening to said big wig talk about everything *except* illegal drugs. He'd been so bored he had ended up reading an old Enquirer magazine that someone had left behind from the last surveillance gig. But reading about mystery viruses and alligators hatching in folk's underwear drawers had been more than even he could take and he'd thrown the magazine down in disgust.
Now here he was, sitting at his desk at OCB. It was only six and he'd already put in sixteen hours. His eyes felt like they were filled with sand and he could barely keep them open. Glancing toward Castillo's office, he saw that the lieutenant was still out. Maybe if he just rested his head for a few minutes he would feel better. Crossing his arms on the desktop, Stan lay his head down and closed his eyes.
************************************
"Stan!" Sonny shouted, shaking the sleeping man awake.
Stan came awake with a jerk, his hand immediately going for his gun. Sonny's hand on his arm stopped him before he could draw the weapon and he stared at his friend in confusion. Sonny looked scared to death, his own weapon out and ready. Looking about the rest of the room, Stan noticed that they were alone in the squad room.
"What the hell's going on?" Stan hissed, keeping his voice down just in case.
"We gotta get out of here, Stan," Sonny said, pulling the big man to his feet and pushing him toward the door. "Right now."
"Sonny, what's going on? And where is everybody?" Stan didn't like this. Something was very wrong here. Drawing his own weapon, he followed Sonny to the door covering the man's back. Where the hell were Rico and the girls?
"The Virus got 'em," Sonny said. He cracked the door open an inch and peeked out. "Looks like the coast is clear. Let's go."
"Wait!" Stan said, grabbing Sonny by the arm to stop his exit through the door. "What virus?"
"The Alligator Virus," Sonny said. "What's wrong with you, Stan? That knock on your head still bothering you or something?"
"Or something," Stan muttered. "What alligator virus? And if it's an alligator virus, how'd Rico and the girls get it?"
"Not that kind of alligator virus, Stanley," Sonny said, darkly. "This Alligator Virus turns folks into alligators. Geez, babe, you really are still out of it."
"B-babe?" Stan repeated, not quite believing what he'd just heard.
"Easy, baby," Sonny said, reaching up to stroke the side of Stan's face. "Just hold it together a little bit longer. If we can make it to the St. Vitas, we'll be in the clear."
"Okay," Stan said, not sure what else to do but go along with this bizarre turn of events. "But tell me something, how does this virus work?"
"It starts with the baby alligators," Sonny explained, looking at his friend closely. "They get into your underwear and bite you on the penis. That's how the virus is transmitted. Once you're bitten, it's only a matter of seconds before you start to change."
Stan watched as Sonny cracked the door open and checked the hallway again. He nodded, signaling Stan that it was clear and pushed the door open. Before he could even take a step, Sonny let out a scream of equal parts pain and denial and clutched at his groin.
Stan continued to watch as Sonny reached into his pants and yanked out a tiny little alligator. The blood around the miniscule creature's mouth gave testament to the bite it had inflicted. Stan looked up into Sonny's eyes and saw a combination of fear and grief.
"Get to the St. Vitas, Stan," Sonny said as he clutched at his abdomen. "It's your only chance."
Clutching at his stomach, Sonny doubled over in pain. Stan took a hesitant step toward him when suddenly the man dropped to the floor and began to change. Stan stood by helplessly as the once tanned skin turned dark and scaly. When the long, thick tail began to emerge from Sonny's back it was more than he could take and he began to scream...
************************************
Stan's scream of pure terror caught the rest of the detectives by surprise. Gina and Trudy both ended up throwing the files they had been going through across the room while Rico and Sonny jumped from their desks, hands on their weapons.
In an instant Stan was on his feet, his breath coming in harsh pants as he took in the scene around him. When his eyes found Sonny he pulled his weapon and pointed it straight at the blond detective. "Take off your pants," Stan ordered, his hand shaking as he held the gun.
"Whoa!" Rico shouted, his whole body tensing at the sudden threat to his partner.
"What's going on, Stan?" Sonny asked, signaling Rico to be quiet and let him handle it. He watched as Trudy slipped toward the other door. He only hoped she was going for Castillo.
"Take you pants off now," Stan ordered again before turning pleading eyes to the blond. "Please, Sonny."
"Just tell me what's going on, Stan," Sonny said softly. Stan was completely freaked out. Sonny knew he had to calm him down before something very bad happened. He glanced at Rico out of the corner of his eye and saw that his partner was hanging back and letting him try to handle things. Sonny was glad for that. The last thing he needed was for his lover to try to put himself between him and a bullet.
"It's the virus, Sonny," Stan explained.
"What virus?" Sonny asked, not understanding what his friend was talking about.
"What virus?" Stan repeated, his voice rising along with his hysteria. "Just how many mysterious viruses that turn people into alligators do you think there are?"
"What?" Sonny asked. He did not just say that. There was no way in hell Stan just said *that*.
"Sonny... baby... please," Stan begged.
"Baby?" Rico whispered, his hackles rising even more. He glanced at Gina and saw her mouth the same word. Shaking his head slightly, he let her know he had no clue what the hell Switek was talking about either.
"It got all the others," Stan went on, oblivious to anyone but him and Sonny. "But if you don't have any pants, the tiny alligators can't bite your penis and infect you. Please, Sonny. Take off your pants or I'll do it for you."
"Stan..." Sonny began, unsure how to reason with his distraught friend and trying very hard not to laugh. It the situation wasn't so damn serious it would be hysterical.
"Take off your pants, detective," Castillo said from behind him.
"Marty..." Sonny said, grateful that the lieutenant had arrived but not happy about his chosen course of action.
"He's not rational right now, Sonny," Castillo said, careful to keep his voice as soft and non-threatening as possible. "All he's trying to do is protect you. Let him. Before somebody gets shot."
"Yes, sir," Sonny said, moving his hands to his pants and unfastening them. "The things I do for my friends..."
The look of intense relief on Stan's face was worth the momentary embarrassment of dropping his pants in the squad room with everybody watching. He glanced again at Rico and saw the tight set to the jaw. There would definitely be a discussion tonight over Stan's use of the word baby. Sonny only wished he had a clue what to say.
"The underwear, too," Stan said once Sonny had stepped out of his pants.
"Stan, come on," Sonny whined.
"They get in your underwear, Sonny," Stan explained patiently, as if he were talking to a very small child. "That's how they bite your penis."
"Oh for the love of..." Sonny ranted as he grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down and off. "If I'd have known everyone was this concerned about the state of my penis..."
"Enough, Sonny," Castillo said, his eyes still locked on Stan.
Seeing Sonny's penis whole and unharmed seemed to release Stan from the nightmare's grip. Slowly, he lowered the gun and put it away then slumped down to sit on the floor. His head was starting to ache and he was so tired he couldn't see straight. He felt someone take his gun from its holster and looked up to see Rico's concerned face.
"Take him home. Put him to bed. See that he stays there," Castillo said before turning to exit the squad room once more. "And put your pants back on, Detective."
Sonny blushed bright red and quickly jerked his pants and underwear back on. A single glare was enough to silence both Gina and Trudy and the girls quickly went about picking up the papers they had scattered when Stan first woke up. Moving to stand on the other side of his friend, Sonny reached down and he and Rico pulled the big detective to his feet. Not a word was said as they led him away.
************************************
After what seemed like forever, Sonny and Rico managed to get Stan tucked into bed. They left the bedroom door open, just in case, and Rico made sure to put Stan's gun where he couldn't get to it easily. He did not want to have a repeat of the squad room incident. When Stan had pulled his gun on Sonny it had been all he could do not to step between them. He wasn't sure he could stop himself a second time.
Sitting together on Stan's couch, Rico pulled Sonny into his arms and held him. Sonny didn't resist. He needed the comfort just as much as Rico needed to give it. When he felt his lover tense, Sonny knew the conversation was about to begin.
"So," Rico said, trying to sound indifferent and failing miserably. "Anything you want to share with me?"
"Not really," Sonny replied, laying his head down on Rico's chest so he wouldn't see him smile.
"So you wanna tell me why Stan called you baby?" Rico asked, going for the direct approach.
"Not really," Sonny said again.
"Not really, huh? That mean you steppin' out on me with Stan?"
"I don't think so, lover," Sonny laughed, unable to hold it in any longer. Sitting up, he looked Rico in the eye and shook his head. "I'm not stepping out on you with anybody. I honestly don't know why Stan called me baby. But I wouldn't take anything Stan said too seriously. Along with calling me baby, he said there were tiny alligators in my underwear. The man was definitely not firing on all cylinders at the time."
"Uh huh," Rico said, pulling Sonny back down to lie against him. "You know what I think it was?"
"What?"
"I think he just wanted to see what you got hidden in those pants and that was the only way he could come up with to do it," Rico said.
"Rico... lover... I hate to break it to you, but not everyone on the planet is after my body," Sonny replied.
Stan sighed as he listened to his friends out on the couch. He was glad they weren't mad at him, though he was going to have to think of something to make it up to them. He knew he had scared Rico today as well as embarrassed Sonny horribly. And he didn't even want to think about that "baby" remark. How in the world he could have thought that dream was real, he just didn't know. Oh well, tomorrow he would apologize and try to make amends. But right now, he was going to get some sleep.
************************************
Two days later a very rested Stan Switek walked into the squad room. He'd been nervous about returning, but the lieutenant had called him and assured him that everything would be fine. No mention of the incident would be made anywhere. He had also apologized to both Rico and Sonny. Luckily for him, both men had seen the humor in the situation and hadn't been angry, though Rico had kept himself between the two men.
As he made his way over to his desk, he saw a brightly wrapped package sitting on top of it. Looking around, he noticed the rather conspicuous absence of his co-workers. Knowing he more than deserved whatever gag they wanted to pull, Stan carefully opened the package.
When he peeled back the tissue paper, he burst out laughing. Inside was a pair of boxer shorts with tiny little alligators all over them. Underneath the shorts, he found a folded piece of paper.
Dear Stan,
Just a little something to say "thanks for the show". And the next time you find a way to get one of the boys out of their pants, make it Rico. We'd really like to see what's in his... package.
Love,
Gina & Trudy
Laughing again, he put the package away. He'd pick up an Enquirer on the way home tonight. Maybe he really could find a way to get Rico out of his pants for the girls. After all, he managed it with Sonny.
END.
Но тут смеялась до икоты. Это ж надо было ТАКОЕ придумать!!!
Взято здесь: www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid...
Some Days
By TJ
Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. Today was definitely one of those days for Stan. Castillo had called and woken him up at the obscene hour of two in the morning to run surveillance on a supposed drug cartel big wig. He'd ended up spending the next 14 hours in the van listening to said big wig talk about everything *except* illegal drugs. He'd been so bored he had ended up reading an old Enquirer magazine that someone had left behind from the last surveillance gig. But reading about mystery viruses and alligators hatching in folk's underwear drawers had been more than even he could take and he'd thrown the magazine down in disgust.
Now here he was, sitting at his desk at OCB. It was only six and he'd already put in sixteen hours. His eyes felt like they were filled with sand and he could barely keep them open. Glancing toward Castillo's office, he saw that the lieutenant was still out. Maybe if he just rested his head for a few minutes he would feel better. Crossing his arms on the desktop, Stan lay his head down and closed his eyes.
************************************
"Stan!" Sonny shouted, shaking the sleeping man awake.
Stan came awake with a jerk, his hand immediately going for his gun. Sonny's hand on his arm stopped him before he could draw the weapon and he stared at his friend in confusion. Sonny looked scared to death, his own weapon out and ready. Looking about the rest of the room, Stan noticed that they were alone in the squad room.
"What the hell's going on?" Stan hissed, keeping his voice down just in case.
"We gotta get out of here, Stan," Sonny said, pulling the big man to his feet and pushing him toward the door. "Right now."
"Sonny, what's going on? And where is everybody?" Stan didn't like this. Something was very wrong here. Drawing his own weapon, he followed Sonny to the door covering the man's back. Where the hell were Rico and the girls?
"The Virus got 'em," Sonny said. He cracked the door open an inch and peeked out. "Looks like the coast is clear. Let's go."
"Wait!" Stan said, grabbing Sonny by the arm to stop his exit through the door. "What virus?"
"The Alligator Virus," Sonny said. "What's wrong with you, Stan? That knock on your head still bothering you or something?"
"Or something," Stan muttered. "What alligator virus? And if it's an alligator virus, how'd Rico and the girls get it?"
"Not that kind of alligator virus, Stanley," Sonny said, darkly. "This Alligator Virus turns folks into alligators. Geez, babe, you really are still out of it."
"B-babe?" Stan repeated, not quite believing what he'd just heard.
"Easy, baby," Sonny said, reaching up to stroke the side of Stan's face. "Just hold it together a little bit longer. If we can make it to the St. Vitas, we'll be in the clear."
"Okay," Stan said, not sure what else to do but go along with this bizarre turn of events. "But tell me something, how does this virus work?"
"It starts with the baby alligators," Sonny explained, looking at his friend closely. "They get into your underwear and bite you on the penis. That's how the virus is transmitted. Once you're bitten, it's only a matter of seconds before you start to change."
Stan watched as Sonny cracked the door open and checked the hallway again. He nodded, signaling Stan that it was clear and pushed the door open. Before he could even take a step, Sonny let out a scream of equal parts pain and denial and clutched at his groin.
Stan continued to watch as Sonny reached into his pants and yanked out a tiny little alligator. The blood around the miniscule creature's mouth gave testament to the bite it had inflicted. Stan looked up into Sonny's eyes and saw a combination of fear and grief.
"Get to the St. Vitas, Stan," Sonny said as he clutched at his abdomen. "It's your only chance."
Clutching at his stomach, Sonny doubled over in pain. Stan took a hesitant step toward him when suddenly the man dropped to the floor and began to change. Stan stood by helplessly as the once tanned skin turned dark and scaly. When the long, thick tail began to emerge from Sonny's back it was more than he could take and he began to scream...
************************************
Stan's scream of pure terror caught the rest of the detectives by surprise. Gina and Trudy both ended up throwing the files they had been going through across the room while Rico and Sonny jumped from their desks, hands on their weapons.
In an instant Stan was on his feet, his breath coming in harsh pants as he took in the scene around him. When his eyes found Sonny he pulled his weapon and pointed it straight at the blond detective. "Take off your pants," Stan ordered, his hand shaking as he held the gun.
"Whoa!" Rico shouted, his whole body tensing at the sudden threat to his partner.
"What's going on, Stan?" Sonny asked, signaling Rico to be quiet and let him handle it. He watched as Trudy slipped toward the other door. He only hoped she was going for Castillo.
"Take you pants off now," Stan ordered again before turning pleading eyes to the blond. "Please, Sonny."
"Just tell me what's going on, Stan," Sonny said softly. Stan was completely freaked out. Sonny knew he had to calm him down before something very bad happened. He glanced at Rico out of the corner of his eye and saw that his partner was hanging back and letting him try to handle things. Sonny was glad for that. The last thing he needed was for his lover to try to put himself between him and a bullet.
"It's the virus, Sonny," Stan explained.
"What virus?" Sonny asked, not understanding what his friend was talking about.
"What virus?" Stan repeated, his voice rising along with his hysteria. "Just how many mysterious viruses that turn people into alligators do you think there are?"
"What?" Sonny asked. He did not just say that. There was no way in hell Stan just said *that*.
"Sonny... baby... please," Stan begged.
"Baby?" Rico whispered, his hackles rising even more. He glanced at Gina and saw her mouth the same word. Shaking his head slightly, he let her know he had no clue what the hell Switek was talking about either.
"It got all the others," Stan went on, oblivious to anyone but him and Sonny. "But if you don't have any pants, the tiny alligators can't bite your penis and infect you. Please, Sonny. Take off your pants or I'll do it for you."
"Stan..." Sonny began, unsure how to reason with his distraught friend and trying very hard not to laugh. It the situation wasn't so damn serious it would be hysterical.
"Take off your pants, detective," Castillo said from behind him.
"Marty..." Sonny said, grateful that the lieutenant had arrived but not happy about his chosen course of action.
"He's not rational right now, Sonny," Castillo said, careful to keep his voice as soft and non-threatening as possible. "All he's trying to do is protect you. Let him. Before somebody gets shot."
"Yes, sir," Sonny said, moving his hands to his pants and unfastening them. "The things I do for my friends..."
The look of intense relief on Stan's face was worth the momentary embarrassment of dropping his pants in the squad room with everybody watching. He glanced again at Rico and saw the tight set to the jaw. There would definitely be a discussion tonight over Stan's use of the word baby. Sonny only wished he had a clue what to say.
"The underwear, too," Stan said once Sonny had stepped out of his pants.
"Stan, come on," Sonny whined.
"They get in your underwear, Sonny," Stan explained patiently, as if he were talking to a very small child. "That's how they bite your penis."
"Oh for the love of..." Sonny ranted as he grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down and off. "If I'd have known everyone was this concerned about the state of my penis..."
"Enough, Sonny," Castillo said, his eyes still locked on Stan.
Seeing Sonny's penis whole and unharmed seemed to release Stan from the nightmare's grip. Slowly, he lowered the gun and put it away then slumped down to sit on the floor. His head was starting to ache and he was so tired he couldn't see straight. He felt someone take his gun from its holster and looked up to see Rico's concerned face.
"Take him home. Put him to bed. See that he stays there," Castillo said before turning to exit the squad room once more. "And put your pants back on, Detective."
Sonny blushed bright red and quickly jerked his pants and underwear back on. A single glare was enough to silence both Gina and Trudy and the girls quickly went about picking up the papers they had scattered when Stan first woke up. Moving to stand on the other side of his friend, Sonny reached down and he and Rico pulled the big detective to his feet. Not a word was said as they led him away.
************************************
After what seemed like forever, Sonny and Rico managed to get Stan tucked into bed. They left the bedroom door open, just in case, and Rico made sure to put Stan's gun where he couldn't get to it easily. He did not want to have a repeat of the squad room incident. When Stan had pulled his gun on Sonny it had been all he could do not to step between them. He wasn't sure he could stop himself a second time.
Sitting together on Stan's couch, Rico pulled Sonny into his arms and held him. Sonny didn't resist. He needed the comfort just as much as Rico needed to give it. When he felt his lover tense, Sonny knew the conversation was about to begin.
"So," Rico said, trying to sound indifferent and failing miserably. "Anything you want to share with me?"
"Not really," Sonny replied, laying his head down on Rico's chest so he wouldn't see him smile.
"So you wanna tell me why Stan called you baby?" Rico asked, going for the direct approach.
"Not really," Sonny said again.
"Not really, huh? That mean you steppin' out on me with Stan?"
"I don't think so, lover," Sonny laughed, unable to hold it in any longer. Sitting up, he looked Rico in the eye and shook his head. "I'm not stepping out on you with anybody. I honestly don't know why Stan called me baby. But I wouldn't take anything Stan said too seriously. Along with calling me baby, he said there were tiny alligators in my underwear. The man was definitely not firing on all cylinders at the time."
"Uh huh," Rico said, pulling Sonny back down to lie against him. "You know what I think it was?"
"What?"
"I think he just wanted to see what you got hidden in those pants and that was the only way he could come up with to do it," Rico said.
"Rico... lover... I hate to break it to you, but not everyone on the planet is after my body," Sonny replied.
Stan sighed as he listened to his friends out on the couch. He was glad they weren't mad at him, though he was going to have to think of something to make it up to them. He knew he had scared Rico today as well as embarrassed Sonny horribly. And he didn't even want to think about that "baby" remark. How in the world he could have thought that dream was real, he just didn't know. Oh well, tomorrow he would apologize and try to make amends. But right now, he was going to get some sleep.
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Two days later a very rested Stan Switek walked into the squad room. He'd been nervous about returning, but the lieutenant had called him and assured him that everything would be fine. No mention of the incident would be made anywhere. He had also apologized to both Rico and Sonny. Luckily for him, both men had seen the humor in the situation and hadn't been angry, though Rico had kept himself between the two men.
As he made his way over to his desk, he saw a brightly wrapped package sitting on top of it. Looking around, he noticed the rather conspicuous absence of his co-workers. Knowing he more than deserved whatever gag they wanted to pull, Stan carefully opened the package.
When he peeled back the tissue paper, he burst out laughing. Inside was a pair of boxer shorts with tiny little alligators all over them. Underneath the shorts, he found a folded piece of paper.
Dear Stan,
Just a little something to say "thanks for the show". And the next time you find a way to get one of the boys out of their pants, make it Rico. We'd really like to see what's in his... package.
Love,
Gina & Trudy
Laughing again, he put the package away. He'd pick up an Enquirer on the way home tonight. Maybe he really could find a way to get Rico out of his pants for the girls. After all, he managed it with Sonny.
END.
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