(Setting: Le Chateaux de Sadiemasochism)
…how did I get stuck deciding the fate of a dog named Chanceaux? Crikey, I thought the ultimate issues of Blog Noir would be limited to femme fatales and the hardboiled men who love them. Ah well…all good twists of a plot deserve to be reciprocated. Heh heh…
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I can’t wait to see what you come up with for next week. I’m just hoping you’ll tell us what was in that dam cooler!
i’m trying to get into this but everytime i see the words “hardboiled men” i picture this thin crusted thing filled with a gelatinous, wobbly, compilation of white ooze and yellow mulch only half of which is good for you.
and they crush so easily underfoot. and the stink when you forget they’re there…
bleh…
Girlfriend, I had hoped to help you out by writing 5 myself, but it just didn’t work out that way…
Remember, you are the Noir Queen.
I’m available.
Also, like Chanceaux, you are the LUCKY one!!
Ah moi cherie… It’s just the canine complex. He seems so out of place here. Don’t worry, I have a few thoughts;-)