Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
You better not be asleep and snoring your head off when he arrives.
I think you seriously need a better social life.
Or, as my mother used to say, so long as he doesn't drink his bath water or sleep with his knees up!
yes Hughes of Fleetwood, she does - we all do, and taut boys, chained and perfumed is the kind we could tolerate.
He's yummy enough, but I've got a serious case of "can't be bothered" going on, so he's all yours. Enjoy.
Cameraface, it's 3.16 in the a.m. and I'm wide awake, drag Mr Luscious to the tent.Like the social life in Fleetwood?Chip butties and turning over cowpats to look for Roman ruins.Lordy, I forgot the ultra sport of cow tipping. Jayne, 'sleep with his knees up' que? Is that another Fleetwood extreme sport? Ah, Stacks, you know how to partee and what to partee with. Ignore Lord Hughes, he'd never be perfumed and dragged anywhere except behind a draught horse.River, I'll put him on ice until you regain your will to live. I'll have him well trained, you won't have to exert yourself at all.
Young men seem to look a lot nicer the older we grow - you reckon its the same with most old men as well???
Therese, if you mean old men like George Clooney, slurp, then yes I can like old men.
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