@smorgs,
Nothing much. Norman Wisdom died. Gold went up again. A French guy has been fined 40,000 years wages. After tax. The cuts are coming. Ms Olga has been saying bad things about me. Setanta has racked up his century of posts about having me on Ignore. My bid to retain my NFL Pick-Um crown is on track. I've made 30 jars of damson jam. Business is bad. The pub is hopeless except on Sat. night. Mr Cleggover is gritting his teeth. Disasters are occuring at their usual rate. My greenhouse is sporting a lovely fragrance.
I'll have the usual--as the coalman said to the Duchess.
Do they shave pussies before they do them? I don't mean all over. Just the site of the operation.
Have you ever seen a shaved cat? What a horrible sight. We had one shaved after it fell into a tank of deisel. The vet said it would die if it wasn't shaved. The poison is absorbed by the pores. So watch what you rub into that pink-chubby epidermal scrumptouser of yours.
You have no doubt heard of the man who loved women. Many claim it but there's the real thing to be found in Volume VII of Tristram Shandy. It begins, if anything can be said to begin in Mr Sterne's book, which I can't praise for lack of superlatives in the language, which are mostly all fucked up with overuse anyway, it begins, as I said, at Chapter IX of that volume and arrives at one of the most beautiful conclusions that your lustrous eyes will ever see, a most gracious bow to the superior sex, in the last line of Chapter XV. Not quite five pages in the World Classics edition with explanatory notes, which are needed, by Ian Campbell Ross, who I assume is, or was, Scottish. Google Tristram Shandy Online and it's easy. And there's a reference to wet through nighties in it. First time through it might be a bit confusing. But hey--what isn't. If it isn't confusing it's like dropping your flat cap on a pussy from 12 inches. ( That's not an allusion to anything btw--I'm not trying to give you any big ideas.)
Dring dring-- my bath is running.
