Where was a squirt gun when you needed one? Laughing, Mister Smith engaged Bliss in a paint duel to the giggle . . . finding that he was winding up with as many strokes across arms and chest and even a wide swath across his cheek as he managed to land on Bliss. Finally, he tossed down his brush and tackled Bliss, tickling him to the ground.
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Date: 2005-09-29 12:14 pm (UTC)