Hamish, I am a man of many facets. Having an imaginary wife is very convenient - if she gets difficult, I just stop imagining her. She does not read the blog, this imaginary wife, and so I can and do get up to mischief. The only thing that is out of bounds here is what this imaginary wife does in detail, and believe me, you don't want to know, and you certainly don't want to be on her list.
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Good grief! I've never seen such big teeth - enjoy.
Crikey! They are rather large, aren't they? And I think that is known, technically, as a three-dick gob.
Also, just noticed - she wants a refund from the plastic surgeon. Those nipples are stuck on way too high.
Unimpressed, where would I hang my wet duffle coat?
Wrinkled, the last time you used the gag about malts and Gary Glitter, it was 16-year olds. Now it's 12-year olds.
Together with your latest post about Ms Swank, I would say that's enough evidence for a divorce - or at least a night on the sofa.
I'm beginning to think that her indoors is a figleaf of your imagination.
Hamish, I am a man of many facets. Having an imaginary wife is very convenient - if she gets difficult, I just stop imagining her. She does not read the blog, this imaginary wife, and so I can and do get up to mischief. The only thing that is out of bounds here is what this imaginary wife does in detail, and believe me, you don't want to know, and you certainly don't want to be on her list.
Nice response, WW.
Certainly scared me off any further idle speculation.
I too think the coat pegs are better lower down where all the family can reach.
Golden globes.
An Oscar? I'd give her one. Two, if the performance merited...
...I'll get my coat.
I'm thinking... windscreen wipers
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