Introducing the Neighbours
GNK+1 and I were about to leave the apartment when he suggested checking on the bedroom wrestlers across the street. In a show of support, I accompanied him to the bedroom window. Hmmm... either he's really lucky or they are at it a lot. To be honest it didn't look terribly exciting, but we couldn't help but watch nevertheless. I mean, do it in front of a large window with no curtains, what did they expect? I mean, it's almost offensive not to provide a running commentary...
So having seen his dong and her boobies, all that is left to do is name them (the people, not the dong/boobies). So we dubbed him Elvis. I suggested Edward which suited him. But GNK+1 made a good point about his pompadour (which she seems fond of tugging in the throes), and I really like the Scouting for Girls song 'Elvis Isn't Dead' (heh), so Elvis it is. And somehow we both agreed that Barbara fit. Not terribly big, not terribly small. Not very pretty, but perfectly pleasant looking.
So there you have it. Meet the Fockers. Elvis and Barbara.
So having seen his dong and her boobies, all that is left to do is name them (the people, not the dong/boobies). So we dubbed him Elvis. I suggested Edward which suited him. But GNK+1 made a good point about his pompadour (which she seems fond of tugging in the throes), and I really like the Scouting for Girls song 'Elvis Isn't Dead' (heh), so Elvis it is. And somehow we both agreed that Barbara fit. Not terribly big, not terribly small. Not very pretty, but perfectly pleasant looking.
So there you have it. Meet the Fockers. Elvis and Barbara.