*Ludobiter is feeling better as he stands up posing "This cup of tea is no normal tea it is the tea of the awesomeness, the aroma of a beautiful women on a field of wild flowers! None can smell or taste that which, I have just tasted for this single cup can heal the wounded. Make any and all your cares or worries disappear for it is the cup, and it shall give you the taste of the heavens that came down in a explosive rainbow of a storming sky!!" he continues to pose differently with each phrase he said. He soon sits down as he sips his tea sighing in relief.
*Ludobiter sighs as he stars off into space as he thinks romance and corny lines have gone like sand thru an hour glass these are the days of our lives... blinks as he sighs shaking his head hating how soup operas theme songs are always catchy..
smirked a bit "Nope just wanting passion and heat to burn with a thousand swords and to be felt like riding thru a hail storm while passionately and romantically making love on the roof of the home both you and your partner built and now sharing a heated passion that could never end!!"
*Ludobiter stands up posing on his couch "The theme should be something burning with passion and grace like a gentle women having a luscious body and creative mind!!!"
*Ludobiter watches his favorite show the days at the bar soon an announcer comes in and beings talking about the sponsors "Todays bar scene was brought to you by Fruitcake!! the cake you can eat all year long!!! and also by doubblemint gum when one piece of minty ass is just never enough new bubble gum flavor!"
*Ludobiter gently places a rose in hir lap "This rose shall rule with love and with force. Like the rose you shall be filled with love" placing his paw on hir shoulder "But fear not you have the fire the burning passion that will set the fires of liquid hot magma into a burning sea of sweaty hot passion which you have inside your rose." He raised his other paw up into the air "And with the rose your love and force shall bring lovers to their knees. bowing to you with love and their hearts overflowing with the awesome power of the rose."
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AH Yes toast the early morning breakfast food, which isn't really breakfast as it is just fast not need for breaking as it is already there, gone as you pick up from the toaster and put it on your plate it is already cold, gone when you reach to the table you bargain to eat it at only to get up and either do it all over again or give up and place the plate you just wasted into the sink of other wasted plates, spoons, sporks, knifes, other household kitchen needs..... *takes breath...*
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