mro

I'm not entirely sure about today's weather - it is very, very sunny yet remarkably cold.

In itself this is not a bad thing. My lunchtime amble up King Street reveals a lot of the fine young fillies have dressed as though it were a warm summer's day and have donned short skirts and thin blouses. They have, however, clearly not accounted for the cold temperature and, as such, I have had the letcherous pleasure of the sight of their hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of their top

Of course, I would very much like to believe this display of hard nipples isn't because of the cold snap but more to do with their arousal of me being in the vacinity. Alas, given my current peeling state I would doubt this very much; I half imagine I would be stoned and banished from the local leper colony for being too peely and hideous.

*pick pick pick*

Hmmmm. Actually, methinks I should perhaps don a tin helmet and prepare myself for the barrage of anti-sexist "A woman is not just here for the pleasure of Man" comments.



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