I spied a sausage

A fabric sofa covered in garish cushions that are designed to lift up various body parts for sexy sexy times

I've only gone and spotted a banger wedged in someone else's sofa, you know! Bit of a pickle, really.Now, I'm thinking, should I cautiously maneuver the sofa cushions to liberate the sausage? But hey, it ain't my sofa!Blimey, what's gotten into me? Maybe I should've just left well enough alone, you know, respected my mate's … Continue reading I spied a sausage →

Whims of Existence

Does it dance among the walls and corridors, making a symphony of sounds?Is it the old chap in the boulevard asking for some food?Ah, the madman, sharing his thoughts on life's quirks, like shouting at the wind.Does it maybe provoke strong objections from the lips of young ones who struggle with the truth?Or could it … Continue reading Whims of Existence →