Saturday, 26 March 2011

Saturday night, I feel the air is getting hot...

Oi, Wiggers! Shut yer face!

The air be very coldsome indeed!

I should be out admiring Alices, but I think I'll stay all snuggly warm inside.

But not, alas, inside a lass in Ann Summers Alice attire.

Warm indoorydoors, with the heat from the numerous appliances on charge toasting the domicile up nicely.

The Terminator winking at me and blowing me kisses, Jurassic Pork on the telly and a vast quantity of cidiferous quaffage with a giant Toberlone from Poundland!

If asking "Who's THAT!!" is sexual harassment, being let loose in a harem honey-trap of copycat Alice Lidls is just asking for trouble. Throw in a few Bellatrixes, Mrs LoveIts and Alictorias* and I'll be sat on and duffed up by the burly doorfolk in no time, before being cast into the night for castration by a cackling coven of costumed cuties, offended by the sexual harassment of some misshaped short fat gothboy daring to find their visual allure appealing.

* female equivalent of Jedward. What a choice - Beastiality with the Jakewolf, or Necrophelia with the Eddievamp. And that sicko Isabella is into both, the dirty slag! And this is aimed at lovelorn, sexually frustrated Chastitty Ring type 13yr old tartlets. Shag a dog, or fuck a corpse. Still, whatever floats yer boat. Said boat apparently floating in embalming fluid, given Bella's preference for intercourpse.