

JuiceIt began, coincidentally, on the first day that Druce Gaffigan had ever been late to church. He walked in as unassumingly as he could, having first to open the creaky wooden door, which was standing inconveniently parallel to the altar. Jesus watched unflinchingly from above the priests head as Druce slid into the empty back pew. Sorry, he mouthed to the crucifix. The congregation was already singing the slow Latin Gloria.Juice
"Grátias ágimus tibi propter magnam glóriam tuam."
Druce slid his legs out in from on him so he could sink down out of the direct
Keeping in mind I don't know what he looks like.
--
"Oh, my vord, vake up and smell zer garlic! Oh, zer stories I could tell you." Otto paused. "But I von't because I don't do zat sort of thing any more, now that I have seen the daylight."
--
"Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger."
*Z-A-D-R
All I know about Druce is that he's on the line between brown and red hair. And he's freckled, but lightly. I don't know what color his eyes are, even! Blue or brown! ...probably blue.
And he's sort of cute, but not like, Oooh, what a cute guy!, just, another not-unattractive brother from a big family of them. LIKE RON STOPPABLE.
Except not, sort of. Girl, it's like, ALL up to you. Whatever you think.
--
"Oh, my vord, vake up and smell zer garlic! Oh, zer stories I could tell you." Otto paused. "But I von't because I don't do zat sort of thing any more, now that I have seen the daylight."
had to throw that up there
--
"Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger."
*Z-A-D-R
--
"Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger."
*Z-A-D-R
Previous Page12345...Next Page