For following a night of being seated around a veritable furnace as dead-of-night branch snapping foragers of firewood fuel the fire and fan the flames, one tends to get somewhat hot under the collar.
Although that could be down to the hotties hovering around the heated hole.
or something.
Anyhoo, attendance at BBQ almost never came about, as they forgot about The Xym!
Outrage. Someone actually forgot about The Xym! Left me all alone at home, all tarted up, and they forgots me! Me! Of all peoples to forgets - ME!
How very dare they!
Still, I gots there in the end, ferried by a flatulent ferryman to feast my
Although, now that I'm bushing out me tash (instead of the spindly thing it was before), I do tend to end up with cream all embedded in me 'tashe, which is inconvenient - but a handy bird puller at parties. probably.
"Snog me - my 'tashe is filled with cake!"
And all ladies love cake!
