Mrs Jackanapes. That comment was outrageous and you know it!!! I can't imagine whom you are describing with the innocent Mrs Harman, but I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation, like her bicycle tyre had become bloated and horribly deformed, and they had just visited the Bicycle Repair Shop for advice, which is handily placed just behind Ann Summers, the shop that is. Journalistic reports like this, dependant upon inference and supposition belong in the lower echelons of the tabloids, which is why they are here. At least the first record was based upon true, factual observation. Remind me to give you rigorous instruction on interviewing techniques and professionalism-I'm sure you'd be forever grateful.....
Secondly, I'd never heard of Cathouse Fetish, till you breathed its wicked name on my blog. Shame on you! researching such dens of iniquity even if it is in the name of journalism. What were you thinking of (don't tell me!).... I would post pictures of their lustful wares on this site purely in the interests of informing our public, but we'd like to think this is a family blog, despite its unruliest element's best efforts to make it otherwise.
Another thing, swing dancers everywhere are quite well aware of the unfortunate implications of their name in this day and age, which isn't helped by base innuendos such as yours. In the corner with you right now, I'll see you afterwards - its detention for you my girl at the very least!! Now, where did I leave my yellow fishing jersey......?
The Ice Cream Girl
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You need to get out more Blue. Never heard of Cathouse Fetish indeed, you've got bloody shares in it, Mate.
Now I'm orf to pull some cockles.
Mrs Jacaknapes
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