A fine post, that one. Must have been before I discovered Ragbag.
one man I would not share a bed with, even if I was in a bunker with scuds landing all around me or far from home and had just found out my brother and his wife had died in a road accident is the vile shit purveyor in chief Max Clifford.Why is this maggot wheeled out on such occasions? I though he had cancer, or is he the cancer?
Well. Indeed.Chaps being in close proximity to other chap's bottoms while in a pyjama situation...always a sticky wicket... open to misinterpetation...nod as good as wink to blind bat... no smoke without fire.But the hair's all wrong. Can't be gay with a haircut like that. Wouldn't be natural.
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