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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

contact

If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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Rex hates it when I play Angry Birds on my iPad. The strange squawks and crashing noises make him anxious, as well as when I talk at the game or get exasperated when I can't figure out how to clear a screen. Rex will sit in his crate and stare at me until I can feel his eyes bore into the back of my head. I'll turn and say, "For love of Thor, why don't you just go downstairs, if this thing bothers you so much?" But he'd rather sit and stare at me, as if to say, Oh, giver of food, why must you torment me so? Why will you not let me sleep in peace?"

So, instead, I'll go downstairs. Five minutes later I hear the clicking sound of dog claws on wooden steps as Rex trots downstairs to sit three feet away from me so he can stare at me, as if to say, Oh, giver of food, why did you leave me? Why must you torment me so? Why will you not let me sleep in peace?

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