Alas, there was a shortage of CDB presence. and I was all confidenced up an’ all! Oh well...
But at least we had Lucy in Leather, with the most fabulous trousers. Not to mention the clee-vadge* of certain ladies.
But you learn something new every day, as Gunny pointed out when The Mission’s Like a Hurricane played - women are like hurricanes. They’re all wet & wild and give you a good blow, but the following morning they leave you with devastation and no home.
Or something.
There was something else about Touchcloth and lezzing up and bumsex, but I can’t quite recall the discussions, due to distraction by too short skirts.
But now, to bed! Even though some selfish chronological kobold has nabbed one of me hours, so I’ve no time to sleep!
And no tights to rip off with me teeth.
And I ain’t got a ledger (no accountant me!)
* [EDIT 01.04] LATE KUDOS GOES TO JOOLZ FOR THE NAMING OF THE CLEE-VADGE, ALTHOUGH EXTRA KUDOS MUST GO TO THE LADIES SPORTING SAID MIGHTILY IMPRESSIVE CLEE-VADGE.
BUT WHICH LOVELY LADY PROVIDED THE MOST IMPRESSIVE CLEE-VADGE? THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!
FIGHT!!!**
** MUD PIT OPTIONAL.
