I'm warning you Sedg, if I catch you lurking in the bushes again with the telephoto lens you're going to be missing bits.
You could have waited until I painted the toenails and had the broom re-thatched.
Don't ask about the chook, we're just very good friends.
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A bit unfair. At least I photoed you from you best side. Your broadside.
Sorry, that was slangishly sexist, perchance 'slaggishly sexist' ... and anyway I'm really not. Smartarsedness is never having to say, "Your soiree!".
They are lovely toes. Nice and symetrical
ptawwk, cluck cluck, ptawwk..
(damn, who let the hen out of the fox-house)
Davo, how lovely, you said hen instead of old chook.
If you don't think I'm going to us 'slaggishly sexist' in a future post, think again. Although slaggishly sexy sums up Shane Warne neatly.
Thirdcat, the only thing that stops my arse from pulling me over are my big feet but I have dainty hands. (shutup, Your Excellency)
I promise to open the door, jahteh. I can't possibly play the piano with smashed fingers.
Cheers!
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