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@wordsworth60 wrote:
@rusty trawler wrote:
@mrs_teapot wrote:
Who’s that knocking? opens the door…… flutters eyelashes and smiles sweetly at rusty trawler….. accepts the Louboutin shoes and the giant Toblerone graciously …… avoids eye contact with the other girls and beats a hasty retreat.. :D :arrow: :arrow: :arrow:
Lol. Thank you, Mrs Teapot for so graciously accepting my gifts. I would have been rather shamefaced returning back to the blokes’ den of inequity with the shoes. They would have scoffed the choccies though.
(Taken from the ladies room thread.)
RT Looks like you should have checked out Mrs T with just the Toblerone as one or two of the fellows can’t stretch to Louboutins after last week’s poker night losses.
You’re welcome back in the club at any time. A fetching pair of louboutins would only heighten your re-integration, especially on Tuesday nights.
Mathers on reception will supply with a re-sealable plastic bag to retain the ‘new shoe’ aroma.
Please ask Sgt Pepper to wear his dress gloves when handling them as his callouses scratched the patent on the last pair of pumps.
Lol Grand Master Words,
As usual i’m lost for words.
@wordsworth60 wrote:
(Taken from the ladies room thread.)
How dare you steal from our thread, you incorrigible rogue?
P.S. A little too much knowledge being displayed by some of the gents in here about ladies garments and footwear. It’s disturbing.
@simplysu wrote:
@wordsworth60 wrote:
(Taken from the ladies room thread.)
How dare you steal from our thread, you incorrigible rogue?
P.S. A little too much knowledge being displayed by some of the gents in here about ladies garments and footwear. It’s disturbing.
Well, all I can say is woe betide the man who doesn’t know about such things. The wise modern man is constantly taking note of his partner’s appearance in order to offer those comforting words of support when solicited. But it’s not adequate to simply say ‘no honey, your bum doesn’t look big in that dress’ these days without removing your head from the footy highlights on the telly. The more successful of our brethren will proffer informed opinions about colour matching and such. (And thanks to Gok and those two posh women that tend to go on a bit and always seem to fiddle with their victim’s boobs before they persuade her to discard the dowdy dress and try something completely different, we really have no excuse to be ill-informed now.)
But even that’s not enough. Now we have to be preened within an inch of our lives. For example, in allegiance with my female colleagues with a penchant for the Brazilian, I have taken to manscaping my privates. On daring occasions I have elected for extreme Gobi Desert option, arid and completely devoid of all life. Other options have also been applied. There’s the Wembley, neat, well-kept and despite claiming to be always ready for a good game, rarely able to endure the full 90 minutes; The Mohican a la David Beckham and the traditional short back and sides.
But these days I sport the dreadlocked option and have appropriately named it the Knob Marley
*Guffaws
*Orders brandy and a few glasses and entertains himself with a few nostalgic songs played on his antique ukelele.
Shouldn’t we be decorating this place for the annual Christmas shindig by now?
And can we please refrain from repeating the embarrassing shenaningans of last year when drunken Brother Scep simulated coitus with Brother Sgt’s Darts trophy?
Speaking of which.. Where is that trophy?
And who has my Charlie Bronson box set huh?
I fancy watching Mr. Majestyk.. Again.. For the umpteenth time.
8)@Sgt Pepper wrote:
Speaking of which.. Where is that trophy?
And who has my Charlie Bronson box set huh?
I fancy watching Mr. Majestyk.. Again.. For the umpteenth time.
8):shock: is that a fetish?
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