Well, venturing forth into Tentification and thence to The WhatACunt was most pleasurable, with many a Pretty for digitary wranglement*. Especially those Mega-Pretties of tinted tresses and darkly falsified follice adornments :D
And there was the unexpected bonus of a surprise attendance by an amazingly arousingly aroma'd Mega-Pretty, on a quest for chippage! :D :D
And as my armour held up, I retained it for city centre shoppery, where a Baba Yaga-esque Barista gormstress actually asked if the black tinted optical enhancers that obscured my vision were Sunglasses.
Apparently, I look like Elton John. The cheeky bitchfucker! I ain't having HER make me a cup of tea no more, the haggard old trout!
But I care not for such frivolous insultage, for the afternoon resulted in a chance encounter with the Pretty of the tinted tresses for a coffee and a chat. And I made further progress in impressing LooksForeignButIsn't Pretty during seat exchangement by tablature cleansement.
And what better way to end the day, then to witness a maniacal midget starting a fight with an average sized group of fellows.
Top Class Pretties and Hobbitty fisticuffs - could the weekend possibly get any better than this?
Hold on, what's this? 50% shark... 50% octopus... 100% lethal!
In the words of Father Dougal McGuire: "Ohhhh, WOW!". I may just have to save this for mushy pea fritter time with my sweetly scented Princess, otherwise my head may explode in pure exhilaration of GettingEvenBetteryness!
* skillfully covered by flawless obfuscation through the medium of the "Air Guitar" of the Power Ballad solo. And not just The WhatACunt - the Tentification also had many a pretty, with news of a singlature of BarBabe :D
