Written by armfeetandtoe

Sunday, 20 June 2010

image for Gay Dear, Me Dear, No Dear Times. Me Dear, Gay Dear.

This month dear, I shall be having a varda at the local attractions for loose men on a tight budget.

Yesterday, after a nightmare trying to get my hair to sit flat, I trolled up to the beach and had a mince along the promanade. OOOOH!! I hear you say, she's a bit daring! and well you might! I went into the local cottage and it was awful, not a bit of trade to be seen anywhere. So stay away from that one.

Last night, I dolled myself up, and went to the Boys Only Bar in Vespa street. Well, what a dive, £3.00 for a droll Port an Lemon and so many ugly eeks, I had a hard time choosing who to take home. Then, out of the blue, Adonis nudges me arm an invites me back to his place!

Ten minutes after we arrive, he says; "Shall we go to bed"
I said; "Me dear, bed dear, with you! What are you implying? Gay dear, me dear, no dear. Just because a man likes to drink Port an Lemon and likes a bit of Shirley Bassey you assume he's gay! I was out of thier like a shot.

When I got home and Harold, he nearly fainted.

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