Walking back through the woods alongside the river I spot a man on the path ahead of me. That is, I spot the top half of a man, a top half that is naked. Because of the windy path and the bushes I can't see if a) he has a dog, or b) he has trousers. My thinking is that if he has a dog then, even if he doesn't have trousers, he is less threatening than if he had neither.
Fortunately he has both.
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I'm noticing that your blogging is full of large breasts and potentially naked men at the moment. So I'm suspecting that either the heat has made you more fruity, or you may be in for a touch of Carry-On-itis.
The appearance of any Vicars should clinch the matter.
Oh dear, and you're a therapist. What do you diagnose? No, don't tell me. Strangely enough - or maybe not if I'm talking about large bosoms - I thought of mentioning Barbara Windsor.
Was it wishful thinking!
You're killing me here with your funny stories!
Hmmm… Interesting logic there, Liz!
[:-)
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