Sunday, 5 October 2008

If I moon in your eye when there’s piss down your thighs...

That's amoré!

Seems a bit od to me - I thought amoré was Italian for Lurve, but being hit in the face with a slice of pizza doesn't sound very loveable to me!

OK, if it's part of this Fantasy Fridge Food smearage with Choccie spread and bananas and cream and wotnots, I could understand, but rubbing a pepperoni hot into yer partners eyes seems a tad extreme for a bit for foreplay!

Then again, I thought Amoré was that expensive, poncey yoghurt - no wonder I get nowhere in the Lurve steaks! Now, I can imagine pasting yoghurt all over willing young ladies... although that's probably more of a Thrush issue, and probably not the best form of erotica in the bedroom.

On the other hand, all this talk of Pizza Pies (Pizza Pie? Who fills pastry casings with pizza? It's either pizza OR a pie - you can't have both!) made me think - it's not 'amoré' at all - it's 'a moray'.

And therefore we're looking at rapist cockneys, with their Moray Eel Pie and Mash. I've heard tell that the ladies are quite partial to an enormous internal black wanger, givin' off electrical shocks in their nether regions and makin' 'em go off like a rocket.

Or something.

Good old Elsie!

Eels up inside ya
Findin' an entrance where they can
Eels up inside ya
Findin' an entrance where they can
Pouring though yer mind
Through yer tummy
Through yer anus
EELS!