I Spy With My Little Eye
Whose artistic young wife waits at home, while he regularly drinks alone in a popular Jervois Road bar? One hopes this is not the thin end of the marital wedge. His last marriage started well enough; when dating, she used to turn up at his house wearing nothing under her fur coat. It ended with the two of them taking turns hosing down the foyer of their palatial home, in the hopes that the other would slip and crack their head open. Oh dear.
5 comments:
LOL
I'm sorry, but I really have no words.
(I do love your eye though, gorgeous!)
Tee hee. Paritai Drive isn't what it used to be.
Doesn't my new template look quite marvellous? I am so pleased with myself; although I do have to say, the new Blogger set-up made it revoltingly easy to customise. Happy New Year!
Mrs Smith
You really are starting to progress into the artist previously known as Vile File.
Excellent.
I could do a few of these myself but I really can't write them without blurting out names such as Kirkpatrick
Yes, I concur with Cactus KAte!
Dear Cactus, on both accounts, I have to say, I have no idea who or what you are talking about. Lay off the crack-pipe.
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