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A brief tale of green beans

A little turkey, a little wine, a little green bean action.

It was a nice Thanksgiving, my first in our new house.

Around Christmas I suspected.

After New Year's, I knew.

And by the end of summer, I had my Clownfish.

He is right now sitting on the kitchen floor singing "Happy Birthday Thanksgiving."

Little does he know.

The end.

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So Tranny Head is doing a little contest wherein everyone participating must blog about some hot hot green bean action and post it on Thanksgiving day. Green beans are her euphemism for all things sexy. I think she wants it to catch on. "It" being either the euphemism or just green bean behavior itself. Either is, as she would say, HAWT. Sorry, TH, that will probably be your most G-Rated submission. But I am just not willing to blog more explicitly about green beans to keep from shattering the minds of the few readers I have, especially those that know me in person. I can hear them now, crying out at their bloglines feeds: ("Ack! My eyes! My head! Why would you put that image in my mind!") Boring? Spoilsport? Lame? Probably all of the above. To my readers: You're welcome.

Full post as published by Butterflyfish on November 27, 2008 (boomark / email).