Happy Gingerday everyone!
'When Fatmammycat comes round I'm going to wrap myself in cling film and get her to cut bits of me free and blow on my belly. I plan to be a ginger slug of love.'
When asked what she thought of this plan, a fiery irish woman wearing rubber gloves promptly fainted, overcome with desire and a fetid imagination.
posted by fatmammycat at 3:26 p.m.
11 Comments:
Never has "fetid" been used so appropriately.
Happy Ginger Day to you too, she says with a sigh of resignation.
Thank you, FMC, thank you for this.
Just what I needed.
And Happy Gingerday right back at you :)
I read your previous post but even though I completely agreed with you, I must admit I've been more or less drunk all day and giddy from an superb night out last night - so I could not bring myself to care about much today.
Silly smile on my face all day and thank God I can soon go home and pass out!
Have a great weekend! :-)
Dear God in heaven.
Quite.
Ginger slug?
Throw some salt on him!
Happy weekend, FMC.
If by salt you mean sexy oil then sure!
Have a great weekend ladies and Twenty, off to the gym now to kick things. Huzzah. Golly I hate cleaning under the stairs, there are spiders in there as big as Puddy-but not nearly as heavy.
Happy gingeday to one and all - 3 mins to beer o'clock!
Ah, there it is, the solution to the dangerous dog problem.
Introduce them to each other.
rubber gloves.... reminds me of that scene in fight club, the one where durden comes to the door and...
... oh
fetid indeed.
not sure a samosa will fix that.
Is "cleaning under the stairs" a euphemism or am I just pleased to see you?
For you Docky, it could be ANYTHING.
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