I
know! But step away from the monitor and noone will get hurt. I geddit, you’re
just an innocent on-licker.
Over the past two days the Don Draper silhouette (albeit a slimmed downed version of…no complaints from the cheap seats) has caused Milanese pulses to quicken (and panties to moisten). Imelda says 'get those sickly praying mentis you call husbands/boyfriends/booty calls to a set of weights in 3…2…'
ps - totally unprofessional (and not to mention gratuitous), but whateva I'm going to bed a happy Queen!
