DOUBLE TAKE
I got home from work last night, to find a surprise laying on my bed. Now, stop! I know what you're thinking, "oh great, another sex story by RevRee...." but I promise, this is all true and it's not about sex. No really, it isn't, trust me.... Who am I fooling? No one? Ok, Ok there might me some slight sexual under tones... shudup! Just go with it alright?
Anyway, I get to my place last night. It had been a long day at work, I was still slightly hung over and had a scratch in my throat. All I wanted to do was make a cup of tea, get this bra off and get ready for bed.
I finish my tea and head for bed. Low and behold, I walk in to my bedroom and who do I find? Clive Owen laying in my bed!!!! I swear to you he was! OK, It wasn't Clive Owen in the flesh, but it was yet another September issue of GQ magazine.
My roommate bless her soul, also knows about my completely out of control crush on Clive Owen so she too came across this magazine and thought of me.
Now folks, I can have some Clive at work and at home! I took a picture for you all to enjoy! Observe...
P.S. I've got a blasted cold today and this is the best post I could come up with, being high on nyquil and all. My throat hurts...
*Ahhhhhhh.... AhhhhhHHhhhh... ChHhHHhhhoooooooooooooo*
posted by RevRee at 10:19 AM
35 Comments:
Even your sneezes are hot.
Screw Clive! Let's get high on Nitequill and watch old Croc Hunter episodes.
This Clive dude is sure good looking.
He's gay...in five years he'll be jumping up & down on Oprah's couch talking about the Mothership.
(Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, or Motherships.)
Hey, hey HEY! Just because I'm sick today, dosen't mean I'm not watching you mister! Clive isn't gay, take that back! (Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, aside from that's one less man for me...)
I think, puerileuwaitedsjfhsfshfsdkfh is dead, he hasn't made a comment today.
He has on my blog, so maybe he's not feeling well.
It's looks like all the threesomes I've been in; two-dimensional. Zing!
I know I heard the name before but *dang* who the hell is Clive Owen? I can only come up with Owen Wilson who is related to Luke Wilson and both of them are hot. Ok, I'll shut up. ;)
Here via C&C Monday, crawling Rent My Blog icons.
Lambo: I think he died of the cold he gave me. So, I guess this is goodbye for me as well...
blog Portland:I just want to say, I love your new little icon pic! Cracks me up every time I see it!
-t- : Thanks for visiting my blog! Have you seen the movie Bourne Identity? In that movie, Clive Owen plays the assassin/hitman after Jason Bourne.
Rev, since this is your time to go, can I have everything in Dyck's will that goes to you?
Reports of my demise are premature. Just like my ejaculation. Oops! Way too candid! I blame it on the Nyquil.
But I may as well be dead. Here I come to check on your blog, and NOT only am I in 3rd place in the voting, but I'm seeing double. Double ugly in this case. Put horns on his head and color him red to make yer own Satan. C'mon, it's good "stuck-in-the-house-sick-because-you-picked-up-one-and-possibly-TWO-viruses-at-the-same-party" coloring fun!
I'm kidding of course.
Mr Fab: Let me know about that threesome...
Lambo: The only thing Dyck is leaving me is some frozen sperm. I guess you can have that, if you want?...
puerileuwaiteprtupfjrepwj: YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!! You could be in first place...I take bribes. Like... I dunno, maybe a picture of your fingers?
I don't want frozen sperm.
Lambo: Are you sure? Dyckerson has some strong swimmers...
If you want I can send you my copy so you can have a foursome. Wow, that would be hot.
Not that there's anything wrong with frozen sperm--
But then the kids will be like he is.
Cherry: Only if you'll join me, for just one night!!!
Crash: If I don't get a baby by the time I'm 40, I'm using the frozen sperm.
Lambo: He isn't so bad...right?
Rev: Better idea. If you don't have a baby by 40 you could get some fresh from the tap.
Yeah Lambo...I'm not so bad, right?
Or am I just a little good?
Rev, He who? Dyck? He's something else.
Crash and Rev, It's Lamby, not Lambo. Crash, you are good, but I've been warned about you.
I'm the guy the big sheep warn you about, eh?
I like that--
Grrrrrrrrrrrowl
Crash: Stop grrrrowling! You're a married man! Have you no heart?
I'm married--I ain't dead.
Anyone who wears leopard-print panties and black leather pumps to Steve Irwin's funeral gets a double grrrrrrrrrrowl from me.
No, a little pug warned me about you.
The only guy I know who listened to the dog is the Son of Sam--
It looks like I've been called out on Mighty Dyckerson's Blog. I've gotta get working on a retort!
Will you two get a room please?
P.S. Don't forget the video camera...
Hey Rev--
I got your back, don't worry about it.
And if there's a room, a video camera, eight pairs of high heels and bottle of Jack Daniels--
I'm sure to invite ya--
Hey Rev -
Just stopping by to give ya pointage ... I loved the mag post ... and I love how you keep the Mighty Dyck in line!
Someone here maybe a spy--
Your story is better if you replace the word "scratch" with "penis."
DykesDog: Thank you for stopping by! I try my best with Dyckerson, but it's sometimes a real challenge!
Crash: I bet you got my "back"
ECP: You wish!
Mmmmm, Clive is as cute as my favourite guy George Clooney, Yummo, they can both put their thongs under my bed any day , :)
The word verification for the last coment I made was...get this...GQSUB...unreal me thinks!!! Considering the mag the pic of young Clive is on and the mode of which most chix would be with him in the bedroom..a SUBordinate woman...roooarrrr, LOL.
Clive Owen or George Clooney in a thong? I hope I can get to the crapper in time.
Clive is yummy. I just watched Inside Man. I loved him in Closer.
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