Especially when you happen to have London's biggest static dungeon as your living room.
We're all doing competitive blogging about this one shortly, but suffice to say I have just spent a magnificent evening in the company of and UnTamedGirly et amigos and have rarely been as happy.
Bod was 1,000 times more than I was expecting (me and me fancy London ways) and UTG may well be, quite possibly the most naturally attractive woman I have ever met. That's my excuse for nearly ending up having one of my naps on Bod's chest as UTG did unspeakable things to his privates.
A beautiful beautiful thing, and oft to be repeated. I have also just had a certain Faust on the line, I'm assuming he wants to move his trip to LDN forward....
Wow. Racy. JUST what I needed to scratch that itch. It was similar to a group of people wandering round an Escher drawing.
Someone has come in. Someone has left. Someone has fallen over. Hi room. Someone has been sick in a corner. Someone is a bit lost. Someone else has come in. Someone has spiked the punch. Someone is telling everyone what's on the TV. Someone has come in. Someone has gone out. Someone is crawling across the ceiling.
I don't bloody know. The one time I could do with a real bout of online stranger naked webcam picture filth festival I end up in an old people's home.
Baby's do not secrete nor make it, they are never dressed in it because they become impossible to catch, nor is it meant for their consumption or amusement.
Why is it called fucking baby oil? Other than an aside to mention it may destroy condoms.
Ive got you under my skin Ive got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart, that youre really a part of me Ive got you under my skin
My best mate Z is my age (30) and is having a mastectomy.
Ive tried so not to give in Ive said to myself this affair never will go so well But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well That Ive got you under my skin
We've laughed, not cried yet. That's for another day.
I would sacrifice anything come what might For the sake of having you near In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, repeats in my ear
To make matters more funny/ridiculous/mind-numbingly sad, her Dad dropped dead of a massive heart attack the day before her surgery so she decided to postpone. Unable to face losing her Dad and her breast in one week. Fair play.
Dont you know you fool, you never can win Use your mentality, wake up to reality But each time I do, just the thought of you Makes me stop before I begin cause Ive got you under my skin
I imagine them, like little clusters of eggs with malevolent intent. Sitting in her. Snuggling in the warmth under her armpit. Waiting to hatch.
There is something black and desperate about the concept of a World without her. Everyone tells us how good medical science is, and how everything will be OK. But only she and I and her sister ever suffer that frisson of utter terror. That cold dripping of icy nothingness that accompanies the tainted.
If it were a kidney I would give her mine, if it were a lung I would cope with one. But there is nothing I can give her to make her stronger now; which is annoying.