Oh, I said I couldn’t warm to them, not that I wouldn’t fùck them. :shrug:
But good arse or no, in thon horsey one’s eyes flicker the starshells of madness, you mark my words.
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Of course - how else would one know the signs, after all. But it’s at least gratifying to look at such things from the lofty heights of age and wisdom and pretend that, in the unlikely event one were to be presented with such an opportunity in our decrepit condition, we would behave more circumspectly.
I see there's a dungaree-wearer on there so presume they're without husband