I'm sure you've heard by now that blue is the new black, forty is the new thirty and they're lying through their teeth when they say that last thing. Also, imaginary childhood friends (you know you had one) have been replaced with online friends. They're the same in that no one ever really sees them, but you talk to them, you play with them, your other friends and family think you're just this side of a restraining jacket and you're a lot older than you were when you first had friends you never saw. Sure they're real you might say in that mocking tone you have . Well stop that. Save your mocking for later on when I tell you all about my Internet friends. No, I can't see them, or touch them, although some of them have asked me....um, well, we'll go into that later. People have become friends with other people across the world, sometimes they've become friends with people they'd never become friends with in RL. That means real life for
Mrs T. Please bear in mind that some of us do not wish the last thing to be seen before we retire for the night to be highly erotic photographs of a lady.
ReplyDeleteIt is all very well for those of you living in the libidinous North West to flaunt yourselves thus in public, but the rest of us are of a more conservative disposition. I doubt whether I will be able to concentrate on my Jane Austen tonight.
Wait until I show you my c-section scar! You think you can't sleep now. Ha.
ReplyDeleteI was going to say something along the lines of Mr Scurra's comment. I won't bother now.
ReplyDeleteThe sight of such an ugly leg just really does it for you? You boys across the water have hair triggers.
ReplyDeleteActually that is one nice looking leg roar!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHeather?
ReplyDeleteAt least you matched your crocs to your socks!
ReplyDeleteI may have ghastly legs, but my sense of fashion remains intact. Some day hopefully I'll be able to exercise it again.
ReplyDeletegasp!
ReplyDeletecrocs?!
hmmm....
I know...what was I thinking.
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