What Ho ! yogibear!
Dimpled orbs, viagra enhanced clubs?
The imagination positively ullulates with shivery irrintzis!
Reminds me of the time when I had the bottom cut out of a large coal bucket; lined the thing with blue velvet. Lady of the moment was placed in bucket, obvious end first ? The bucket was lowered onto titanium enriched club, then bucket was gently spun by two female servants. Quite a yummy sort of experience. Slightly exhausting before tiffin.
Suggested to me by an eminent clergyman as a rather a novel and pleasant variation of that well known ditty:
'There's a Hole in my Bucket.
Which Hole Dear Liza?'
Not recommended for Scout or Guide Sing Alongs.
Wonder what's happened to the BB Bucket of Worms this bright and cheerful Monday morn?
