what about if, right, yeah, say it was Autumn and there was a terribly pallid, low, white

milky sun and you were doing a wild goose chase up Lakenham Way and a cork Fiona approached you menacingly and rested her corn dollies on your Merrell Continuum - would you dress up as a Pict and grow some Kale right quick or burnish her ample bosom and fill yourself with an enormous sense of pride?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Mar 8, 12:54:32