Well!
Last Night - Housewarmage, and a trip by public transportation o'er to t'other side o t'city.
Bonus - 2 of mah Starbucks Serving Wenches aboard!
Downside - where to get off (with the Pretties, Xym, with the Pretties...).
"You need to geroff at the allotments".
"Them's not allotments. They be hedges.!
"Well, there's allotments on the other side. You'd see 'em if you were riding atop the omnibus"
Ah well...
Much beverage of inebriation consumption and general carousement, and much mirth of Jam.
Toe Jam.
Camel Toe Jam.
Not to mention BendyDick CumUp'ErSnatch cuCUMber-patch cucumber shaped dildo.
or something.
We wuz drinked - wotchoo expect!
And that's my excuse for being blind. Not only do I look rough because of my tired eyes, they's so half-lidded though sleep deprivation and booze I can't see the Pretties.
Trust me - I can see the Pretties!
No Xym, you can't see what they see in you.
Buts I do - it's fear and revulsion and a-fleeing for the nearest exit!
