girls nadgersa kissed a girl right on the kipper.. she sneezed and blew my hat off. temporarily stunned I reach for my pants and found 'Clare'.
She was sixfoot three with twelve more inches of bagels on her bonce. I watch helplessly as she helped herself.
It's a testament to the power of speech in that I couldn't think of anything to say to her lucious frame... slowly a thought formed, I opened my mouth and out spilled 'Do you think the Wethergirls were fat on purpose?'
Sometimes I wonder just how much absinthe Mick has been drinking when he hits the keyboard. :o)
~G.
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