I got them, and I owe you both thanks and apologies for not getting the thanks to you sooner. But rest assured they have been watched and enjoyed and cuddled. And late at night they've had haiku composed to them. (This DVD is/a perfect shiny circle/of slashy goodness.)
And it's probably a good thing I got them, because one thing this fandom doesn't need is the induction of kleptomaniac postal workers with a taste for gay porn.
(Although, god, that sounds like just the sort of case Ray and Fraser would get stuck with, now that I think about it:
"So they steal...stuff." "Yes, Ray. To be precise, they steal homosexual erotica." "For religious reasons." "Well, so they claim. And I suppose we should extend them the benefit of the doubt; we have never heard of the First Church of the Platonic Pleasure Principle, but it could in fact exist." "Trust me, Fraser, it's a total crock. Religion isn't allowed to be that fun." [pause] "I mean, you know, that kind of thing would be fun for, uh, people who were bent that way, which is fine for them, but you're not bent, we're not, and watching all that stuff that we got, that's going to totally suck. Blow. Uh...not be fun." "Indubitably, Ray. But we must carefully evaluate each DVD for potential clues to the nature of the Church's beliefs, which will perhaps allow us to track then down before we receive another anonymous, ah, donation from them." "Right. Which we gotta do, 'cause getting 30 hours of gay porn in the mail at work is seriously hurting my rep here." "Indeed. We should begin immediately. Would you prefer we begin with, er, 'Tales of the City of Ass Whores,' 'Suck Me, Fuck Me, Fill Me, Thrill Me'? I'm afraid none of them appears to have plot summary information attached." [thoughtful pause] "Uh, how 'bout 'I Love a Man in a Uniform'? Just, you know, because -" "An ideal choice, Ray. I heartily approve.")
Um. Sort of got off track there. Anyway - you have my sincere thanks, and Best Beloved's hapless, twitching, jonesing gratitude.
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And it's probably a good thing I got them, because one thing this fandom doesn't need is the induction of kleptomaniac postal workers with a taste for gay porn.
(Although, god, that sounds like just the sort of case Ray and Fraser would get stuck with, now that I think about it:
"So they steal...stuff."
"Yes, Ray. To be precise, they steal homosexual erotica."
"For religious reasons."
"Well, so they claim. And I suppose we should extend them the benefit of the doubt; we have never heard of the First Church of the Platonic Pleasure Principle, but it could in fact exist."
"Trust me, Fraser, it's a total crock. Religion isn't allowed to be that fun."
[pause]
"I mean, you know, that kind of thing would be fun for, uh, people who were bent that way, which is fine for them, but you're not bent, we're not, and watching all that stuff that we got, that's going to totally suck. Blow. Uh...not be fun."
"Indubitably, Ray. But we must carefully evaluate each DVD for potential clues to the nature of the Church's beliefs, which will perhaps allow us to track then down before we receive another anonymous, ah, donation from them."
"Right. Which we gotta do, 'cause getting 30 hours of gay porn in the mail at work is seriously hurting my rep here."
"Indeed. We should begin immediately. Would you prefer we begin with, er, 'Tales of the City of Ass Whores,' 'Suck Me, Fuck Me, Fill Me, Thrill Me'? I'm afraid none of them appears to have plot summary information attached."
[thoughtful pause]
"Uh, how 'bout 'I Love a Man in a Uniform'? Just, you know, because -"
"An ideal choice, Ray. I heartily approve.")
Um. Sort of got off track there. Anyway - you have my sincere thanks, and Best Beloved's hapless, twitching, jonesing gratitude.