was wiggling on top of my enbae, pinning their wrists, biting them in a random journey of whim, when they quipped about us going on "a journey to frottingham."
i stopped gyrating and peered into the middle distance, in thought. "isn't that what david cameron did?" i pondered.
they didn't understand, so i took five minutes to azure into space about recent uk political history and the cultural significance of "piggate."
"azure," they eventually said, still under my steady restraint, "even for you..."
i blinked back. oh... bad time, maybe? π
...
azure's brain is most certainly, if nothing else, azure's brain
π