Tuesday, 24 July 2012

On Gossamer Stings

A Crack in the Armour

On Gossamer Stings

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  1. I'm walking in the woods and I espy this guy on his belly, almost naked, wearing this net ensemble.

    'Hallo!' I regale him. 'Are you a twitcher?'

    He leaps up, revealing the extraordinary beauty of his body, his long cock. I feel dizzy for a moment.

    He's all affability. 'No' he says. 'I'm an artist. This is just protection against the fucking bugs.'

    'Tell me about it!' I retort. 'Why'd you think I'm wearing this scuba diving outfit?'

    Shallow? A bit bananas? You say.

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    1. Well, seeing as you've had that snorkel in your mouth...

      I don't think I'd have much ground to stand on describing your tale as "a bit bananas" under a post titled On Gossamer Stings.

      I am a "twitcher", the woodcock and moorcock are favourites.

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  2. Woodycock and morecock are also my favourites...

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