Wednesday, June 2, 2010

In A State Of Not Undress


Right. Here we are then. Or not. Be that as it may. Or may not. Indecision is a… sort of… one of those things that is a bit… sort of… indecisive at the best of times… or not, depending. That’s often the way it is though, except, of course, when it is not.

Be that as it may, it is time for us to move on to other matters of a more rude and, hopefully, moister nature. It has come to my attention that certain readers of this… this… er… whatever it is are doing so in a state of not undress.

Now, far be it from me to wish to dictate how, when, where or who or what with anyone else goes about whatever it is they are going about, providing of course, no-one else is harmed, injured or made to suffer the indignity of an itchy knee.

But, having said that (and I did, I just checked), it does seem somewhat perverse to go about matters of a perverse nature without being perverse about it, even if it is only to dress up as a financial advisor immediately prior to applying lime jelly to the erogenous zones of any fully-consensual adult badger in one’s immediate vicinity.

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