It's the Summer Solstice! The first day of Summer, and just look at that sweltering Sun over Norfolk...
...oh...
...well, as it's grim and grey and dampy drizzle, it's Wet T-Shirts all the way!
Hmmm... Legs II has quite a tight white blouse on today. Wonder if I can persuade her to pop out for lunch and return all transparently wet and clingy....
Talking of which - I've just been informed what tomorrow is.
So, as ever, I expect my Pretties to be out and about in light, airy, short, windblown skirts, provocatively posing and preposterously bending over tables and such.
Of course, you gals can all claim to be going commando, but claims are insufficient. As ever, it has to be the now legendary "Pics, or it didn't happen!".
And just like Fannuary, I expect my inbox to be filled with photo-evidence of your [dirt]box wide open to the elements. Lookit that poster - surely Xym deserves saucy snaps of YOU coyly tugging a tiny skirt/dress/t-shirt over your nudie buttcheeks. C'mon Pretty ladies - you LOVES your Xym - spread yer legs and snap yer twat to prove your dedication to this charitable event!
And just like Fannuary, I fully expect that no Pretties will participate in Nicholas Day, once more resulting in a woeful lack of pictorial presence of uncovered nether regions within my inbox.
Oh well. I'll just have to crouch at the bottom of the steps in Starbucks and The WhatACunt, unobtrusively upskirting those Pretties of an exhibitionistic nature. Who will most likely be them lardy arsed or skank faced harridan hos of the Jeremy Kyle class of Beauty.
Munter minge.
Ewww.
