Whilst in seclusion from the children, frivolous thoughts have been brewing--a reckless attempt to hasten the drudgery of Father Time, 'til such beasts outgrow their spittling, hair grappling, and fetid knicker soiling.
I realized, moreover, that long 'tis been since I engaged in a fine shag....absent a captive bound, and torturous device, present.
Thus, an idea graced my gifted mind.
My twin, I have heard news of
thy misfortune, and shameless voyeuristic habits regarding the mating of burly insects. Perhaps, a place to inhabit I may offer thee, until proper relevance in thine existance is contrived.
In exchange for this hospitality, I request merely eves of immense pleasure and erotic bliss--for astonishingly enough, not yet have I conjugated indulging in the sheer brilliance of boffing the perfection that is my own glorious self.
I advise you to swallow this "pride" of which you gloat, for if too much of a snob you are to "nail" a reflection of your own excellence, this archer would prove to be extremely miffed.
Should you accept my offer of residence, a secret telegram shall be sent forth. Let silence conceal my whereabouts, and carry naught, kindly, but your firm, Silvan arse.