Bottoms can be of many different shapes and sizes, but all the ones in models' pictures are uniformly tanned and airbrushed to remove pimples, warts, moles or unseemly tattoos.
Tattoos can be beautiful and eye catching. Girls seem to prefer to have them placed on boobs, bottoms and bellies.
Bellies wobble as everybody knows. Not as stylishly as other parts of the body though.
(Clary dear. It's supposed to be 2, that's two in old money, sentences.)
Though I'm a fan of wobbling parts mind you. I prefer a woman to wear the correct under garments.
Garments should enhance the assets and hide the liabilities. Elegance is much more attractive than sleaze.
Sleaze is everywhere, and probably always was. Nothing is new under the sun, except possibly mobile phones.
Mobile phones are sometimes a nuisance. They often ring during tense moments in the snooker and put the players off their stroke.
Stroke and caress are pleasant words. Better than slash and burn.
Burn you bridges behind you. That way you can't go back.
Back you can go, if you are a good swimmer. I am.
Am I right in thinking that 34% of people in Luxembourg are foreign? And 24% in Switzerland?
Am I right in thinking that 34% of people in Luxembourg are foreign? And 24% in Switzerland?
Am always amused when people say 'you can't go back'. I did, and had a ball!
Ball games are my favourite. I like the random bouncing which gives everybody a chance.
Chance is said by some not to exist. Does God play dice?
"Dice the bloody carrots!", the chef shouted. "Dice 'em your bloody self I'm busy", Mollie answered picking her nose.
Nose first into the sweet peas dived Mollie, inhaling great draughts of heady sweetness. Pity she didn't see the bamboo poles until too late.
Late night drinking is not something I do these days but in the dim and distant it was a perfectly normal and socially acceptable thing to do and I'm nothing if I'm not normal and socially acceptable. I once held a chair for a lady to help her to sit down as I didn't think she could be expected to manage it off her own bat.
Bat squeaks are too high for most humans to hear, but every so often a freak does come along who is mightily disturbed by the uproar. Dog whistles which imitate the squeaks must be equally annoying.
Annoying noises, such as high pitched whistles, must constitute justification for tearing the perpetrator apart, limb from bloody limb. Boring old farts who can speak of nothing other than their imagined sexual exploits quite probably fall into the same category.
