Topher Lydon

They all know Will's fatal flaw is honesty, and in a politician, especially one of high state, that's going to be his downfall every time.

Kenny doesn't have fetishes, he doesn't know what you mean, and denies... shut up, just shut up... he's gonna go die in the corner now of over Dramatitis!

I have longer socks, shorter socks, knee high socks, and big fluffy thermal ones and that's not including the kinky compression ones

Could also be Kenny's love language. He's awkward, but I mean organizing someone's sock drawer is either really weird, or really sweet.

Lids is... entertaining. I was challenged by a friend (ex boyfriend who is a jerk, but better as a friend) to write a compelling female character. And since he is a jerk, and I like proving him wrong, I figured what the hey.

I adore his homemade Hazmat suit and his kids.

About two years of that posting. That was in Wuxi

And there we have the final one I was sent. The A-dork-able duo at the dance. Now if I can get them to do a Kenny Hazmat suit, I'd be highly entertained.

Sixteen The roar of Clovis Hickey’s heavy truck, a diesel engine that usually announced an impending hurricane, died with a surprising, subdued cough in the driveway. Inside the cab, the silence was immediate and thick. Blake Wolochowski shifted anxiously, the stale scent of his wrinkled shirt and old coffee heavy in the air, his fingers white-knuckled near the door handle. “Jason, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Blake murmured, his throat tight. “This needs to be a conversation

Holy wow.... 2,3,4,5,8, and 10???? Wow... thank you guys... that's really amazing of all of you. Thank you.

The Royal Sprog Air Force, just took off :: happily writing the ensuing chaos of three 11 year olds with a drone ::

HA, Peter has always been putty in West's hands, vibratingly angry, frustrated and totally-totally smitten by his husband. Though their Fight-as-foreplay dynamic is hilarious to me.

I often write Andrew's aversion to Coffee and love of Tea as being a direct dig at Will's coffee addicted ass. I see it as Andrew's smug way of saying 'You're an addict, I am not." Will's typical reaction is: Grunts and pours another cup of coffee, ignoring the smug tea drinker.

OMG, so I have a Coffee Maker story... So living in China, trying to find decent coffee... is a crime against all things holy black bean. I was going nuts, existing off of nescafe packets, and dying for a real cup. So I went to a big department store, and all they had for coffee makers were coffee shop barrister things... all tubes, and... just no... and the price, EYE wateringly expensive, we're talking hundreds of dollars for something so huge my little kitchen would be dominated by the thing. So I was upset, and annoyed. I could get Italian coffee beans, in fact I had a sack of them... just no way to prepare them. I was ... it was a crime. So one day I am walking thorugh a computer store... big multilevelled thing FILLED with every type of computer under the sun, a Nerd-topia of Nerdgastic Geekdom.... and there... on a pedastal, under a spot light.... Was a real, honest to gods, genuine old fashioned coffee maker. Like we're talking heavenly choir singing, cherubs parting clouds, TAAA DAAAA kind of presentation. I was over there like a shot, vibrating and frantically asking in my limited Chinese, how much?!?!?!? The clerk, a young Chinese boy, murmured and said "Free when buy computer." The computer in question was useless to me, I shook my head and asked , no no, how much for this. Free with computer... we went back and forth, him not getting that I just wanted the coffee pot. Finally he goes and gets his manager. She comes out, same sequence of events, I want, no free with computer... I am not leaving, I MUST have that coffee maker... I am holding a wad of cash in my hand and waggling it, I WANT THAT COFFEE MAKER She goes and gets the big manager, he comes, SAME THING.... it's been an hour now, I AM NOT LEAVING, no way not happening. So they call the owner, who shows up. He's all fine suits, gold, etc, and again he has no idea why this crazed White guy waving money at him and pointing at a coffee maker is refusing to leave his store. His wife, with him, clues in. She talks to her husband, and gestures at the coffee pot. FINALLY they understand. She looks at me shrewdly, and sets, what she thinks is a high price for it. The equivalent of about $50. I jump on it, "SURE! SOLD!" She takes the money, grinning at her husband and showing off that she sold something FREE for $50 to a stupid white guy, her husband is impressed with her, she's solved the problem, AND made money from it. Me, I am leaving with something at the department store would have cost me several hundred Dollars under my arm, a very satisfied smirk on my face. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how business in China works. She and I would become good friends after that, every time she would see me she'd make this coffee drinking gesture and give me the biggest grin.

Next chapter we go back in time to the before-fore, when Will... oblivious Will had no idea, and Andrew, poor confused little Andrew, began to notice a certain scrawny academic who was lost and alone.

You poor thing.

Dude, that's an epic, but an important one. :: hugs :: Love is love though, and it sounds like a really good one. And believe me, after my Wil, I understand.

I don't wanna get up... I need coffee... what.... West MVP of the chapter

Chapter Fourteen WORLD END: T-minus 155days, 15 hours, and 25 minutes. 308 Manor Avenue, Ottawa – Carter Residence Coming in from the garage West stamped the dust from his boots on the entryway mat and took off his heavy jacket. He observed the scene in the open-concept living space with a practiced, operational eye. Andrew had successfully slipped up beside Lisa, and the two of them were already talking in a low, intense tone, their figures retreating toward the sliding glass

Anticipation has me on the edge of my seat. Come on, I have popcorn, and am Rooting for Sandy haired hiking boy!

EXCUSE ME, you don't just drop half a story about your roommate like that without detailed details that detail, the details!!!!!!!! did I mention DETAILS!

But organization.... order... neatness... :: weeps for colour coded goodness :: I don't have a problem... I swear. (Hides drawer of shame)

Oh man, Kenny's going to have to invest in industrial vats of lysol just to enter Steve's room...