Right. Where is it.? I know its gotta be out there somewhere. Lost in the far corners of our beloved postal service *spits on floor with resounding TING sound*. Let me explain, a few weeks ago I ordered this…
http://www.gothic.uk.com/acatalog/GOTHIC_TOPS_183.html (second photo down)
And the bloody thing is still not here. I’m just emailing the company as I speak but rest assured I KNOW its been stolen by Postman Plod, who is now wearing it to walk his dog around the block on a council estate somewhere in Manchester. Don’t ask me how on earth I managed to arrive at this conclusion, I just have a quivering in my loins.!!
Anywho. Tonight is Pugley’s Birthday. But no one will come to Hobbits with me.! Sods. At the moment not even wild horses would manage to drag me kicking and screaming into the den of troublesomeness that is Vision. Even if there was a nude woman with HUGE boobs prancing around the dance floor. Actually, to be fair, the small amount of clothing worn by most women in there leaves very little to the imagination. Which is not my thing. As many of my ex’s will tell you, I like to see undies, not a full of naked thing. Means I have something to work with and also I know I can finish my pizza in the time it takes her to finish stripping. Ooooooonly joking folks. Just less is indeed more.!
Im getting old maybe.!