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Someone's fallen out of bed and cracked his pyjamas.

when i come[finally]i always seem to shout out eeeeeeeahhhhhh like on the end of time has come today-chambers brothers.

He's just given himself a facial

Time for a cellery milkshake

Now whats that saying....looking back through rose colored glasses
everything seemed better

Bet you it wasn't as good as you think it was

cheers
B....OZ

No, no, he's got a point.
Masturbation has come, and gone.
It's had its day. It's trite, passe and soooo ancien regime.
It's the sort of thing they do on council estates, when they're not burning cars or peeing in the stair-wells of tower-blocks, whereas we wiser Hampsteadites are investing heavily in latex accoutrements and salsa verde.....

Frottage: the new masturbation.

[This post can be read in its full version, in the Guardian 'Living' section, out this Thursday]

WAY too much information.

I will now be having nightmares (new ones, not just the usual one with the giant Camembert-eating Bakewell tart and Germaine Greer)...

If he'd been wearing the rose-tinted glasses, he might not have suffered the effects of the facial so much...........

I too have booked myself into the Priory on the strength of 56,s information, and whilst I await my appoinment, I might shoot myself!

No! I meant through the head, after JJ.