Monday, January 4, 2010

Orgy Training

Anyway, anyroadup, so here we are then. Right.

Er….

April is the cruellest month

Because it beats March

To death with a stick.

'Ah, but,' I hear you say, 'this is January!'

I do not reply. I just stare back with that expression that says 'no-one likes a smart-arse.'

clip_image002

Still, as they say, 'you can't dress up like a cabbage without looking like a complete dickhead'.

So, let us get on with today's… er… today's… er… today's whatever it is….

Well, to be honest - and when all is said and done - I might as well give it a go - there isn't much happening at the moment.

Well, that is apart from the practice sessions for the Upper-Thyghspredder Inter-Village Orgy League. But, I'm sure that tales (told in a full and frank adult manner) of frantic sexual activity between large numbers of highly attuned and trained consenting adults, several (well-lubricated) small furry mammals - and the occasional quite-surprised chicken - are all a bit run-of-the-mill to a person of your urbane sophistication and erudition. Consequently, I will draw a discreet veil over all that and promise to see you upon the morrow*, bright and early**.

Perhaps, even, if you feel up to such explicitness, we could talk of some of the more daring forms of accountancy.

 

*morrow – NOT marrow, not without adequate lubricating unguents anyway.

** No, not that early. There’s no point on these dark mornings when you can’t even see the ewe in front of you.

Post a Comment