Now, you may (or, more likely, won't) recall the stampeding heiffer in boots that used to stomp down the corridor in her big, bulky boots. Deafening us with her clompage.
Which, although it sounds rather filthy, it's not rude at all.
But I'm sure I can Make It So!
Deafened by clompage whilst motorboating!
or something.
Anyhoo, yesterday, one of my super-hot sexy sirens of Office Prettiness decided to take up the mantle of maurauding cattle, and wear the dominatrix boots of stompiness!
Well, tight, thigh-high boots of pantomimic leatherness!
Oh my!
But, alas, today the lithe legs encased in leather has been swapped for flat, simple shoes of silence, so the siren can surreptitiously sneak about without notice.
Oooh - now, after getting told off for moaning about Londinium Pantomodium1, perhaps we can get our own on the go! I recall not so long back, the lovely Lottie, all done up in a skimpy pink fairy outfit...
...now, if only I can persuade my Office Pretty to don some similar skimpy outfit with their pantomimic bootage....
I said bootage, not boobage!
Then again...
Boots, booty and boobs...
1 AND FANNUARY, XYM. DON'T FORGET FANNUARY! (AS IF XYM COULD!).
