Gargoyles, Queens and wielding sticks
Lo!
The bunny is coming (and how!) and the coven have reconvened.
After its foray into the cutlery draw, the Harlot has returned to a whole kitchen full of troublement, and Chris Martin has nothing to do with it (unfortunately!!!!). It is looking forwardment to a week, or five, of wall-gazing and bum-picking. But it's okay, because it loves it.
Dame Lurch has fallen off her perchelled at least seveneth times this termling. It must do better, and is aiming for twelve times next termlingington. In between liver-bashing, it has been wielding long sticks and aiming for holes (at least nine in one sessionington!). All at a bargain basement price of £6.50 and a fiver for equipement rental! It loves it.
Meanwhilest, the desert is long and meaningless for Ona, who is still searching for monetary water. She hears wails from the creature of the lodgings, but ignores them like the back of her hand! HaQ!
The bunny wishes to take us on a fanciful sojourn through its tunnel and to the land of the frogs and David Ginola. In the gay old city we will visit a giant phallus, a large opening and a smiling woman (or is it a teenage mutant ninja turtle in drag?). All this for the low, low price of 25 pahnd a night!
On the Satur of the Day, Ona and the Harlot will be visiting another smiling woman. She has warm lips, a comforting chest and a dog that needs to be walked in the middle of the night. We are going to be listening at her crevice for a national anthem. God save the Queen (from Ona)!
You smell! Have a wash!
Now shut up!
Quotation of the session: "'Mother, what are you saying?'" Some idiot book. Now idiotise!!!
Word of the session :Syzygy. Ona is doing it! Now join her!
The bunny is coming (and how!) and the coven have reconvened.
After its foray into the cutlery draw, the Harlot has returned to a whole kitchen full of troublement, and Chris Martin has nothing to do with it (unfortunately!!!!). It is looking forwardment to a week, or five, of wall-gazing and bum-picking. But it's okay, because it loves it.
Dame Lurch has fallen off her perchelled at least seveneth times this termling. It must do better, and is aiming for twelve times next termlingington. In between liver-bashing, it has been wielding long sticks and aiming for holes (at least nine in one sessionington!). All at a bargain basement price of £6.50 and a fiver for equipement rental! It loves it.
Meanwhilest, the desert is long and meaningless for Ona, who is still searching for monetary water. She hears wails from the creature of the lodgings, but ignores them like the back of her hand! HaQ!
The bunny wishes to take us on a fanciful sojourn through its tunnel and to the land of the frogs and David Ginola. In the gay old city we will visit a giant phallus, a large opening and a smiling woman (or is it a teenage mutant ninja turtle in drag?). All this for the low, low price of 25 pahnd a night!
On the Satur of the Day, Ona and the Harlot will be visiting another smiling woman. She has warm lips, a comforting chest and a dog that needs to be walked in the middle of the night. We are going to be listening at her crevice for a national anthem. God save the Queen (from Ona)!
You smell! Have a wash!
Now shut up!
Quotation of the session: "'Mother, what are you saying?'" Some idiot book. Now idiotise!!!
Word of the session :Syzygy. Ona is doing it! Now join her!