My sister has gained a little weight, so she offered me some of her old clothes. Here, she said. These are from my "dress like a slut" phase, so I know you'll like 'em.
Told her that, unfortunately, I, too, have gotten too old for ahemoutgrownahem slutty clothing.
Still, I do wear the matching set of leopard-print boy-cut undies with front~closure bra that she gave me; they tickle my funny bone. Every time I put them on, I'm reminded of silver~screen "Jungle Queen" B-movie beauties; and I always get this sudden urge to run outside in my undies, find some poor innocent victim wearing a safari shirt, cling flutteringly to his chest saying, Big mBumba say, him no kill! then, heaving a deep and thrilling sigh, feebly press the back of my trembling, exquisitely manicured hand to my feverish forehead just before swanning into his arms in a decadently submissive swoon...
Posted by edgar at November 18, 2004 02:47 PMThere now all should be good.. and will hopefully stay that way. so we can comment to our hearts content! %o}
Posted by: munin at November 24, 2004 09:42 PM