Hi folks, am I the only one who smells a rat?
No, I don’t mean I smell like a rat, but then I’m not Baphometh!
Although as I’m sure y’all know The name Baphomet appeared in July 1098 in a letter by the crusader Anselm of Ribemont:
Sequenti die aurora apparente, altis vocibus Baphometh invocaverunt; et nos Deum nostrum in cordibus nostris deprecantes, impetum facientes in eos, de muris civitatis omnes expulimus.
'As the next day dawned, they called loudly upon Baphometh; and we prayed silently in our hearts to God, then we attacked and forced all of them outside the city walls.'
So y’all may well ask, what has this to do with the fact that I am spending an exorbitant amount of time thinking about Dill pickles!
Is it a coincidence that the mere mention of ‘rogering’ brings forth esteemed member Roger with a flourish and Missy reclining on the pool table… I think not!
Get a room U 2. Think of the children!
First we had ‘granny pants’, now we have Beth and I quote, “……
I needed a hat or something to help me get past my qualm of dancing naked (all black gear seems so naked after years of colour and bling).”
OMG whatever next!
<pulls up a chair and opens the popcorn>
Izzie sweetie; You Can Leave Your Hat On…
https://youtu.be/jOotsq4soug
Best wishes for your forthcoming nuptials FS, just take it easy with the Gherkins.
Skools out, yea!
Ps. nice one Imur, someone’s up to malarkey!
Heh heh