by jingo, I’m back?

Enchante, sweet smelling shedders,
 
Shhhh.  Stop.  Stop breathing so heavy.  Don’t say a word.  I feel it. Yea, I feel it, like an impacted bowel, how much you’ve yearned, quivered, phantasisesd about this very event.  how the great angel, would rise, phoenix like from the ashes of her beloved shed, and return to pen her award winning epistles.  Well here it is, baby, and you dib;t even have to offer me bum-sexx to get it.  I’m a girl. 
 
well, what the fuck have you been up to? Big nige told me you were selling your old my little ponies outside pound land in the Skem Concourse.  but he would say that.  He tried to sell me a care bare for 10 pesetas and a bottle of fanta (brillo pad flavour). 
 
Well what have I been up to, mes petits.  I’ve actually been encased in rock.  Yes.  piles of Status Quo cds fell into my house like a landslide and I couldn’t move.  I had to wait for Stefan Dennis on his way to ‘Tanarife’ (Walton Vale’s best tanning salon) to notice that my ‘smart ladies almanac’ was piling up outside the door, as were bottles of fanta (white dog poo flavour). 
 
but i’m back and ready to make you soil your garments with mirth.
 
Big love
 
 
Dr. Angel

5 thoughts on “by jingo, I’m back?

  1. I don’t like eggs. Never have. I don’t trust they way they move. Despite this, I love reading books about eggs. Why is this? Do you know?  Of course not! This is a sham – you have no answers.

  2. Why didn’t it display my name in that last comment, eh? WHY? Again, where are your answers? I’ll tell you where; nowhere, that’s where (or not where).

  3. Hello Luther
     
    I recognise that squarking, bog eyed text anywhere.  You think I don’t know you?  69 years married and you don’t think I’ve clocked onto your idiosyncratic ways. 
     
    You love the way of the egg, because you are yourself, egg bound.  This may lead to eruptions as far afield as Bury, Blackburn, Burnley and bolton. 
     
    Do you have a ‘space’.  Is it betwixt your buddies and your backdoor
     
    Dr. A
     
     

  4. In the words of none other than Stefan Dennis, "Don’t it make you feel good?". Yes Stefan, it does.On a more prosaic note, the imagery of an impacted bowel is hauntingly erotic.

  5. Yo Sherbster
     
    As usual, you find me in a state of protraction.  I must at least be at 37 degrees here!  There’s something adorable about that angle.  Y’know, it’s not all about the rough and tumble of mano-a-mano.  It’s tender and relents in your hand.  like holding a budgie.  Budgies looks stupid when you hold them, but it makes me (and I daresay Stefan Dennis) feel GOOD.

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