25 Dec 14
Originally posted by CalJustThe 3-Word Never Ending Story...
model, and have
In the beginning... I was leading before something happened... something unimaginable, something in my wardrobe.
I slowly opened and found baked Jesus Hodor Christ. Even Crowley understands but Tabby was claiming literary license. Purring over indiscretion regarding Tom the muddy pawed Persian who couldn't help being so cute and cuddly. So whatever indiscretion Tabby was guilty of was understandable. However it was difficult because Tom had too little patience. Tabby looked into her empty saucer and then all hell broke loose because she was a crabby Tabby and almost completely alone.
I wish we all could get a job and earn thousands of Euros or find a way to rob a rich man, especially his precious gemstones cleverly hidden in the dustbin. He called home to his PA; she was foxy. The misinformed meddler like a badger, a Red Badger, with huge great grubby wet snout and charming personality except when hungry.
So she said: "I love you" and he said: "Ditto my darling... the only problem is the distance to the nearest place in Wales with badger motels where killers dwell who might be friends of wifey in need of revenge on badge... Mrs. Badger's hitman." Actually what happened: Andy andy waited; poor Andy always bores people senseless but thinks he is Forum King.
Ha, deluded sod. So back to the foxy PA. She loves wabbits who jut happened to be an undercover badger who had lost her stripes and also her innocence. As she ambled along she took off her top, a sweaty t-shirt. Just the, a t-shirt salesman appeared and offered three free t-shirts for a kiss. Being demure and kind, she said: "But you, but I am a professional model and have Christmas Dinner ready".