I bought the most gorgeous London F*g top to wrap around my body when it’s cold & raining and I sat around eating Paul Newman’s sweet f*gs, before sticking f*g after f*g in mouth sucking down every last white, billowing morsel letting the bounty slide down my throat.
My London F*g Afternoon
by Anonymous | reply 5 | August 1, 2020 5:58 PM |
When I was a kid London Fog raincoats were a big thing. You never here about them anymore.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | August 1, 2020 5:20 PM |
I'd be ashamed to admit that it wasn't a Burberry, OP...
We don't give a shit about the fig/fog thing either.
Are you day drinking, dear?
by Anonymous | reply 2 | August 1, 2020 5:32 PM |
Tiresome.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | August 1, 2020 5:35 PM |
O.P., did you once do a stage act in drag swilling large marshmallows and reddi-whip?
by Anonymous | reply 4 | August 1, 2020 5:53 PM |
Is this the one you're thinking of, R4?
No raincoat, but...
by Anonymous | reply 5 | August 1, 2020 5:58 PM |