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One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.


Watch out! They're headed straight for us!

Two ducks approaching on Geilston Bay.

Here's a Sunday Top Five that both honours the dearly departed and embraces the smutty schoolboy within. My Top Five Mrs Slocambe Quotes:
  1. "You know, animals are very psychic. I mean, the least sign of danger and my pussy's hair stands on end."

  2. "I hope we're not going to be late tonight. Because I've left Winston clinging to the curtain ring; he refuses to come down. The mere sight of my pussy drives him mad."

  3. "Well, I hope it's not going to take long. If I'm not home on the stroke of seven, my pussy starts clawing at my busy lizzy."

  4. "I hope this isn't going to take long, Captain Peacock. The last time I was late, a fireman had to climb out of my bedroom window and risk his life on a narrow ledge tryin' to grab hold of my pussy."

  5. "I've got to get home. If my pussy isn't attended to by 8 o'clock, I shall be strokin' it for the rest of the evening."
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Roddy said…
I'm wondering just how big the bribe is that you have on offer. I've seen what you do to gain their attention.
5 July 2009 at 08:48
Roddy said…
Mrs. Slocambes' pussy was so misunderstood.
5 July 2009 at 08:53
Jackie said…
We used to watch "Are You Being Served" as a whole family when I was a kid, and of course at that age the double entendres were completely lost on me. Then I happened to catch an episode a few years ago when I was at my folks' place for a visit, and I didn't know where to look! What would dad think if I laughed? Did he get the double entendre (given, obviously, that my sister and I were found under a gooseberry bush and parents don't have sex. Ever. They just don't)? What on earth was he thinking letting his two sweet innocent daughters watch this so young? Oh God can he see me blushing and getting flustered?

Surreal family moments. Dad was probably killing himself laughing at my mortification.
5 July 2009 at 23:26
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, her pussy loved bread.
7 July 2009 at 10:57
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, maybe he was trying to teach you the birds and bees.

What did you make of Mr Humphries and his "rough Scot lads"?
7 July 2009 at 10:58
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