Bananas in pyjamas?
And what, pray, are they doing with these bananas down their PJs? Penile substitution of fruitery disguisement! Bananas up vaginas, are coming up the stairs! Well, in the bedroom up the stairs. Probably.
And not only that, they then move on to come in pears.
Heston Bloomin' Tall might enjoy ejaculate filled conferences with Gormster Ramsey and Huge FearneCotton-WitteringOn, but it's not for me.
And then, high on an orgasmic rush, they go out to chase Teddy Boys who are all unaware on Tuesdays.
Lucky old Mudd and Showaddywaddy then!
However, today is Monday, and so spaced out on the resultant vibratory cucumber minge insertion endorphins (the things what forest moon based fishies have for legs), that they discard their lubricate-soaked PJ bottoms, and wander into the city in their ivory french frilly camiknickers.
Of course, there may be many a reason why a young lady, off about her business, around 8ish of a Monday morning may be bereft of lower raiment whilst fully dressed above the waist. Mayhap her flimsy skirt undid itself, and she didn't notice it slip to the floor. Or maybe it's one of the Student Japes for Women-On-The-Rag week - hide all her lower clothing and force her to walk through the city in her silken drawers. Or mayhap, it's simply being dazed from multiple banana orgasms, she simply forgot to put on her trews before leaving the house.
Or it could be a welcome new fashion!
I'm all for Tight's Night (or Day, judging by those cheaparse scummy mummies that replace expensive Primark Leggings with 5-for-a-£ quidshop tights and think no-one will notice the difference), and I know we've had a bit of a heatwave - but that's no excuse for a Pretty to go getting men further hot under the collar by wandering about all draughty about the lower nethers!
Actually, that's a pretty good excuse, if you ask me!
More Pretties should follow this young ladies lead, and go further. Why leave just your groinage clad in racey lacy lingerie - go the whole hog! Let's turn St Stephens into Moulan Rouge, with scantilly clad vixens all highkicking in front of me Starbucks window.
Get some Lady Marmalade on me pancakes of a morn (if you know what I mean, and I'm sure that you do!).
