I’m not his keeper.
Maybe lurking down the Pug hole.
errr! - well I’m not diggin 'im out - he’ll cum out all smelly!
The rain has ceased!
Time to go shopping.
I hate shopping!
I’m sure I should have been male.
it can be arranged RJ!!! get the theatre ready - pugsy bring the heavy machinery - we’ll need it all and Jem can we have some guiness anaesthetic please well and a bit of the moonshine !! - spittie - poetry reading - have I missed anyone - oh yes SP - oh doesn’t she look nice in all white - I’m sure she’ll like the changes!!:shock:
You forgot my attachments.
don’t worry they will be removed once you are under the influence of Mr Jem and his liquids - Jem the syringe please -= Jem stop playin with ya jewels and anaethetize the lady - yes a few mouth to moths will do with ya guiness breathes!
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Here is a picture of a woman. If as they say a picture speaks a thousand words, what would your words be about this particular picture? Imagination is required.;-)
I’m very busy today so I’ll tell you my words later.
This is not a drill.
This IS a drill.
"I’ve just got the vote. Wotcha gonna do about THAT,‘Mr Important’ HMM?
We won’t stop until we elect - a woman Prime Minister!
Pardon? What d’you mean ‘Huh;as if that’d ever happen’?
Ladies-zip it all up,fasten those hooks,do up your buttons…and let him get his own tea and wash his OWN socks from now on!"
{pps…and stop calling me smug!}
“Yes,my real name IS gumbud and yes I am wearing a syrup.
No,these chesticles are my own-I eat 30 cakes a day to keep’em!”
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Trebor mints are minty bit stronger, stick em in yer mouth nd they last a bit longer.
That reminds me of my very first girlfriend,Sweetie.
I was invited to stay overnight at her house one weekend,but her dad wouldn’t let us sleep together…which was a shame,'cos he was gorgeous!
[ok gummy - better THAT!]
I can’t better that pugsie - you’re the best mate - no I really mean that [shh Sweetie Pie - we have to encourage him - he’s in a fragile state and could crack at any minute - creak! creak!!- hear that see what I mean? - the man is at breaking point!] yes pugsie your the best - baby baby your the best!]
stop playin with ya drill and give us a kiss!!
I won I won I won!!
Yeah-that’s always been your problem,hasn’t it,me old son. GOTTA come first.
…y’see-when ‘doing sex’,the idea is NOT to co … oh,never mind,you’ll learn.
[well,if ever you find a shortsighted,desperate fart-strangler,you might-particularly if it’s a female one]
see sweetie pie see what he does to me and you asked me to humor him and make him feel good and butter him up - yes I know he used to be a butter boy - but I thought a bit of butter might help - and look how he treats me and 'im in that mud stained kilt and all - pugsie where’s ya sproron?? - yes you’re wearing it around the back again!!
SWEEEETIEEEEE…HE’S BULLYIN’ ME AGAIN,SWEETIEEEE!!!
You just tell that sweaty-pits forner that if he keeps havin’ a pop at me,you’ll give’im the ‘folded arms & tapping foot’ stern look treatment!
THAT’LL learn 'im!
[btw - he does have LOVELY smooth thighs…]
I knew a smooth Thai once - used to fondly up to me in his bangkok [no smutty comments please] bar and fondle me thais!! - sawadi Kap!
nb: now for the last time pugsie pugsie pugsie - R ya gonna take this butter? - yes you know where don’t ya!!
Re the woman’s picture.
Good thinking there Pug, I’d forgotten about the centenary of the women’s vote, she does look pleased about that, early 1900’s I’d say too.
Maybe if they had given women the vote centuries earlier the World wouldn’t be in the mess it’s in today, women are far better at managing things than men, in my humble opinion.
I too saw a connection with an advertising theme in it Sweetie.
Interesting how we all think differently when presented with an image out of the blue, I see much more in this woman than meets the eye.
Where’s your imagination gone Gummy?
Reminds me of that old joke about using one’s imagination.
A Native American and an Australian were having a chat in a pub, the Australian’s wife was pregnant again and they were talking about children’s names, the NA said that when he was born a stag ran in front of the teepee and jumped over a sleeping dog so his mother called him “Leaping Deer”, and when his son was born a mad wolf attacked his brother’s favourite horse, so he called his son “Crazy Wolf”
The Australian thought for a while and then said “When my son was born there was an eclipse of the Sun, two Kangaroos were mating on the pourch and my dog died that same day”
“And what did you call your son?”
“Fred”
ooer - and 'im an oirish mon - ya can be so cruel Jem sometimes - ya big ladies blouse!