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Because I'm such a handsome chap,
women regularly have a go at chatting me
up when I'm out doing my shopping. Saying
things like "Can you move out of my way please"
or "Will you please stop following me?!", I know
it's just an excuse to strike up a conversation with
me as a prelude to asking me out. So what's that
got to do with Denise Milani? Well, nothing,
but I thought you might like a pretty gal to
look at while you're reading my p*sh.
8 comments:
Denise better check the hot water steam settings on her washing machine, as her scanties seem to be shrinking.
She uses MY washing machine now, LM, so I'll get it checked out.
I clicked on your latest post and BAM! KAPOWW! They almost took my eyes out, are they real do you think? Can you ask her when you do her next service wash...
They're real enough for me, R, but I ain't gonna ask her. I never was one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. (No, I don't know what I mean either.)
I think, I know where she stores her delectables, sorry, I mean collectables. who's up for a bit of inventory. Very true K, you never look a gift horse in the mouth, but you can ride it to near death, what a way to go!
Whose near-death? The gift horse or the rider?
I'm currently using my Samsung tablet and in my bookmarks list a photo of Gail McKenna now regularly appears alongside the Crivens entry. The photo used to be of you, Kid, sitting at a desk, the photo that appears on your blog, but on my Samsung tablet's bookmarks list you've been ousted by Gail McKenna for some reason.
I should say "Bloody women, always wanting to take over!", CJ, but in Gail McKenna's case, how could I complain? She'll have to write her own posts though.
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