Fanny Waters Fancies Me
January 17, 2008It’s quite obvious from his latest post. He’s caught sight of my turkey and wants a quick nibble. Any man who calls himself Fanny is really looking for some.
Attracting furry fucks happens me a lot, actually. I can’t understand what I do. Perhaps it’s my diction. A performer of my theatrical tilt has the blah blah balls. Maybe it’s because I’m a professional charader. Perhaps, because my eyeballs are extra small. Or because, my tight tush didn’t cry for Ireland’s daughter when she fucked up her party-soaked existence.
Meet you tomorrow night at 8 under Clery’s clock, Fanny. I’ll be wearing the yellow super-mini. You, the full orange rubber suit with matching goggles.
